Tepesh first receives for his troubles a mental eye-roll at the pronouncement, and then a silent reassessment the level of threat presented. Confident boasting with relaxed position; intimidation not directed at me, for now. Wealth and education, naturally. Grace lending itself to weapons? Used to authority. Magic?

Ehh, probably, the boy thinks, frustration expressed with blue glitter and a snapped bone. No one gets to Milliways without being special in some way.

"I'll have to keep that in mind," the boy murmurs, and sneezes at the smoke. He counters that knight with the bishop which was once Rabastan, an otter-man. Now he directs Javert, a man of justice who has found himself climbing up the Tower of Babel, screamed at in German when all he knows is French.