[The Lady in question is indeed lovely, and a Knight as well. Lancelot would like to say he is above this sort of deception, but he is not.

He darts a glance at Cu Chulainn, a look of fond disapproval on his face.]

You shouldn't tease a fellow so, Brother. Though I guess that never stops you from teasing me.

[It's clear Cecil is more than passing fond of Diarmuid. This makes it easier to take her hand.]

I'm honored you've been thinking of me, but I hope it hasn't been unhappily. I wouldn't want that-- to have caused you pain somehow.