The knight leaves the room with his head held high, stiff-legged and pompous despite his disheveled appearance. He doesn't realize it, but he's engaging in a healthy bit of wolf posturing. If he were in that form at the moment, he'd be fluffed up to make himself look even larger, teeth bared in a snarl. As it is, there's a growl in his throat, and he'd indulge in letting it out a little if he weren't immediately distracted by unicorns.

Peeling himself off the floor, the other Kevin actually looks genuinely happy for once. Snatching up his sword, he waits until the werewolf is well out of earshot before he pauses at Lacie's side, leaning down to murmur into her ear.

"Let me try him on my own at first. I want to see how well I can hold against him."