We couldn't possibly refuse your wish flatly any longer.

If you don't mind, we would gladly help you flourish as much as we can.

Otherwise, we would just tarnish ourselves as knights.

Don't you think so, Sir Lancelot?

Sigh... Well, so be it.

However, are you really okay with this, Sir Gawain?

I made Lancelot worry about me? Am I losing my edge?

What's that all about?