If you don't wanna rely on me, you can hang on to Caladbolg if you want.

[As easy as that, he changed direction--it didn't really bother him, strictly speaking. Lancer understood that Saber could be a little strange about these things; they were just radically different on some subjects. Lancer would have trusted his friends or fellow knights with his life in a second, but he figured it must have been a different position for royalty.]

He's a Water-type too--Wartortle, he'll take care of you.