[The quirked brow and the nature of his answer do suggest he expects they're both newcomers, don't they? And even if the Holy Grail had never itself been Diarmuid's cause for battle, it is true that there is no similar point of conflict here. No grudge between him and this stranger. He laughs easily, despite the fading taste of blood on the back of his tongue.]

I appreciate your intention, then, though I'd wager I've had a few more years to figure out as much.

[His transformations are less remarkable than those of a certain other Servant, but they are visible in the unnatural play of light across his skin. The feathers woven seamlessly with his raven hair, the absence of his shadow. Subtle things, non-threatening.

Lancer rests a hand upon his hip, apparently content to continue speaking up to Archer instead of trying to coax him down from his perch - since it suits him so.]

And what of you? Has the Ringmaster yet bought herself the skill of another Servant?