Hooking one thumb along the edge, Terrence pulls open one breast of his suit jacket to display his shortsword stashed beneath, in a sheath strapped to him via some rather snazzy tacticool nylon webbing.

"I'm still armed, so we're not completely defenseless at any rate," he offers, trying to sound somewhat chipper. "Though I suspect that I cannot..." he starts, mostly to himself, while placing his palms together and closing his eyes. Even after concentrating for a moment or two, nothing appears to happen. "...I thought not. My ability is uncooperative as well." The knight sighs and takes a few steps forward before whirling on his heel to face Matilda.

"I don't suppose you have any chocolate?"