[Saber and Assasin of Red are here. Joy among joy. Maybe Lancers really are screwed when it comes to Luck.

He greets her with a very, very fake smile.]

If war is what you wish I am ready and able to meet you head on, Saber. As there is no grail, and therefore no wish, I do not have reason to seek it out myself though.

[That's a lie. Killing Saber here would make his life so much easier if he should return home. Still, with so many factors unknown he doesn't see much gain here yet.]