"Gimme a minute," I said, and felt myself baring my teeth in a grin. "How does the leg feel?" "I've had worse," Michael said, his voice strained. He shifted his weight, testing the leg, and made a hissing sound--but it supported his weight. "Only a flesh wound." "Yeah," I said. "'Tis but a scratch. Come on, ya pansy." He blinked and looked at me. "Pansy?" "Oh," I said. "You weren't quoting the movie. Sorry." "Movie?" "Holy Grail?" "Nicodemus still has it." I sighed. "Never mind."