There's a legitimate excited glimmer in her eye. She doesn't even know where to start, the idea that he actually lives in at a court with a king and there's jousting. It's the intensity of a trained falcon seeing a chunk of meat mid-air, and it's only Darcy's continued pursuit of coolness that prevents her from sinking her talons in with questions.

"Cool. That's really- it's pretty cool. Knights are cool."