"My Master's life is of the utmost importance!" Lancer shifts, blocks her Ladyship from this messenger's impertinent stare. The air around his spear heats, enough that he feels the warmth of its haft through his clothes, and should this spirit venture one step closer, he'll draw it without regret. "If Saber's Master thinks to threaten it -- "

The rest of the messenger's words come to him then, and he pauses. "But Saber's Master does not truly mean to harm her Ladyship? You will forgive my suspicion, but when a warrior hears a threat made to his master's life, he must dispatch that threat regardless of its severity."