Odd flexes out of Steeljack's grip

I run in and grab him around the torso, keep him from goin' anywhere. Lancelot replies. "You must give yourself more credit. You brought about my meeting with so many knights that so few would know. That cannot just be self-indulgence, for it shows a commitment to your work."

"And you had me talk about the beer I drank," I add. "An' I thought about Izzy right before. You wouldn't know about either of those if you were just lookin' from the outside in."

Hale flexes, an' my hold on him breaks. He boots Lancelot away, an' turns back around to me. "What does that matter, anyway?"