"You know," Johan says through gritted teeth as the dragon pops up, "If I was carrying a sword that big around," he says to Henriette, "People would accuse me of compensating for something. Instead, I have this tiny thing," he nods to his rapier, "And you're damn right I'm compensating." As the gloop passes over his head, he grins. "See? Even my friends would rather watch you try to eat me than stab me."