For moments stretching into forever, Ethan waited and watched the exchange between Linwood and the Grimalkin, praying the other man's armored get-up wasn't just for show. He wanted to faint as he saw Linwood lift his sword toward the great fae, and his fingers twitched in anticipation. Or terror. Mostly terror. And then the Grimalkin shrank back to its former, more adorable form, and Ethan exhaled with such relief he almost deflated into a puddle.<br/><br/>Of course, that lasted about as long as a cupcake at a fat kid's birthday party.<br/><br/>Ethan jerked his head back up and stared at Linwood and the fairy creature at the mention of his name. "Er...s-squire? I, uh..." he started to protest, looking between the knight and the kitten. Then he noticed that the Grimalkin had slowly begun to grow again. Ethan quickly weighed his options and decided that he'd rather be eaten later than now, and gave a solid nod. "I, um...I suppose so, Sir Linville."