"My good sir, I'll thank you to moderate your language in relation to my master," says Sir Flibbertigibbet. Though he speaks in a tone of mild outrage, he is smiling broadly. "But as Lord Ragnar's lofty thinking is clearly beyond your understanding--his mind, I can confidently assert, is quite of another order than any you have dealt with--I will forgive your outburst."
Sir Flibbertigibbet takes a moment to compose himself--not, apparently, because he is angry, but because he is trying not to laugh.
"As for the fair lady's question: it is true that I am, shall we say, from far away. Far enough, perhaps, that the curse has little effect on me; but that is uncertain."