[Diarmuid receives a bow in return, and a thoughtful glance at the mention of Ryoji's name-- which swiftly becomes a slight smile.]

Such Curses from the Fae are temporary things, made for Sport as well as Warning-- I have no doubt you will soon be restored to yourself, Diarmuid us Duibhne. It would be a pity indeed to mar your beauty Forever.
[Tongue-in-cheek flirtation accomplished, Lancelot turns to go.]

As you say, I will endeavor to enjoy myself. I do Thank you for your hospitality and your conversation both.