He flinches - because he's already tense, not because of them. It passes just as fast as it appeared, and his hands settle back in his lap.

Answer enough. He'd meet anyone who asked more of them with the point of his horn.

Lemm breathes in deep. Then out, with a sigh that carries the worst of his nerves (anger) with it.

There are a few false starts - a couple of angry ones, and a more muted one. Ultimately he says nothing.

(He is allowed, it's allowed:) His arm curls around the Knight and pulls them closer, squeezing them to his side by their shoulders.