"I mistake nothing," Lyle countered, then paused. "No, that's a lie, I once got myself into a conversation with-- well, details. But I'm not mistaken in this case; I do believe I'm foxy. Whether you agree is irrelevant to my self-assessment." He grinned cheekily at Nasir, then tipped himself forward off the bench into a roll and up to his feet.

"I'm generally fondest of fighting with my hands, but I don't object to you using a weapon if you'd prefer."