Unfortunately, Lancelot - or Lancer, really does not jive well with those who have Mizkui's adorably inclusive personality. Instead, the Knight, as he feels the other's arm hook itself with his. Drags his arm upwards, shoving Mizuki's off of him, and then marches forward as if he has a destination in mind to go to. When Mizuki latches onto him, he will notice that Lancer exudes this cool air from his body. As if from the notches of his armor, a coldness was emanating from it.

"Don't do that," Is his sharp request, continuing his march forward, "I am in no good mood, to tolerate your antics. I came to this forest to get away from others, and not be pursued."