To Gauvain’s infinite credit, he didn’t laugh. Not even a solitary chuckle or errant snicker. No chortle, guffaw or giggle. And efinitely not a titter. The Titan didn’t need to. The amusement was as plain as the midday sun, and not even his attempts to bite his lip could hide that damnable grin flaring just as brightly. That had to be what, the eighth time she had tried and failed? No, it had to be the ninth. They all tended to blur together after a while - although that last attempt had to be the most spectacular by far. “Is this the right time for an ‘I told you so’? Because I feel it it’s a time for an ‘I told you so’.” He shook his head, “Why you need a shield when you have a perfectly good hammer is beyond me.”