[ Every time that Saber speaks, so straightforward and honest, Magilou is knocked off her pedestal. She can deal with people who speak in half-truths, who hide their true intentions behind fancy words and double meanings, but it feels like she's never managed to hide her heart from Saber when her intuition is so clearly defined. Her firm belief belies more honest trust in Magilou than Magilou thinks she deserves - more faith that she can be a good person than Magilou has in herself. It's vexing to be on the other end of confusion, but that's how it always seems to be when Saber speaks from the heart.

She recovers quickly, pasting over her own momentary vulnerability with trademark whimsy. She knows now that Saber has that faith, would believe in her goodness if it came down to something dire, and for it to be stated outright means more than Magilou expected it to. ]

If what you're giving is your own magical essence, I'll have to make my punishments fit the crime for such an onerous offering misused.

[ It would never even cross her mind to use the Command Spells. They're both free spirits! ]

Should the time ever come, I can assure you I'd be one of the kindest Masters you've ever been contracted to. Certainly the most charming, at any rate. Not even the mighty king of the jungle can resist my allure!

[ She nudges at the lion Saber's carrying. It'll make a mighty fine meal later, for who knows how many days.

...Saber did most of the work hunting it, but still. ]