"My lord, the thought had entered my mind as well, I admit," he says. Whatever his own code of honor may be, it's foolish to expect the other Servants in this war to adhere to it when he knows so little of their lands of origin. Even in his own lifetime, there were those who dared to don the armor and wield the weapons of the samurai while treating bushido as a thing to be adopted and discarded at convenience. Another surge of anger rolls through him at the thought.

"But I did cross blades with the Lady Saber, and in doing so, gained some measure of her spirit as a fighter. Her offer, when she made it, was sincere; I believe this in my heart. I know not what manner of magus her Master is, but the Lady Saber would, I think, at least hear our answer before responding."

Unless her Master is like Lord Matou, but as Lord Matou seems to be assuming as much already, there is no need for Lancer to say it.

"Perhaps she and her Master will spring a trap then -- I cannot say. But whatever the circumstances, the flag of truce was extended, and I do not wish to treat that so callously."