[Please, Tartaglia, you'll make him blush. It doesn't matter how lowly he bows his head so long as he bows it, and perhaps Tartaglia expected him to laugh, celebrate his very minor victory, but he doesn't. He simply ruffles Tartaglia's hair, silent as death, before urging him back by the shoulder. It's not a particularly strong push, just enough to say we're done here.]

I can't decide whether you're simply naïve and trust I won't kill you or naïve enough to believe you'd be able to retaliate in time. You're not very bright, are you?

[But now they've both succeeded in checking off a square. He'll be using this one to reclaim his blade, thank you very much.]