'A maiden knight to me is given, such hope, I know no fear; I yearn to breathe the airs of Heaven that often meet me here.' [He hops back onto the wall next to her, turning abruptly away and walking down it, arms outstretched even though his balance is fine without the action. He doesn't imagine she'll be familiar with the poetry of Tennyson, but he continues regardless.] 'This mortal armour that I wear, this weight and size, this heart and eyes, are touched, turned to finest air.'

[He stops and turns back, grinning at her and shrugging loosely.] It retreated into the confines of honesty. I wouldn't want you getting your hopes up too much in case you ever fancy being a damsel in distress.