"Well, that record just snapped to an end... and yeah, it is already close." Saber proceeded to make a very detailed *squee!*
Mat puts down the cider, the mug now at a quarter full, "... I should sound familiar. It's been a while, Dusty."
Azrael finally came back in, his senses regained. He took his place by the door, and squinted as he eyed Mat. "Liger..?"