Havelock remains very still, apparently just leaning back against the wall, head leant back against the wall, gazing at... nothing in particular.

He doesn't react at first, but then raises the sword lazily into what looks like en guarde position, around Puck's invisible yet very tangible presence, flat of the blade just touching his shoulder.

"--Et possessa ferus pectora versat Amor," he continues softly, as if to himself.