"Like how that Hatter who used to be here had swirly eyes and creepy teeth?"

He's focused on the conversation well enough, but he's already shifting a little, restless now that he's more or less confined to one spot; even without wolf time, his sword practice was interrupted and he's high on adrenaline. In this state, if someone were to throw a ball, he'd probably start to go after it before he managed to catch himself. More aware of it now than he used to be, the knight turns away long enough to lean his sword against the wall, just so he won't have his hands on it.