The moment Neal moves, Zerxus's hand shoots out to clasp his wrist and his eyes flare with starlight. Maybe it's just luck, that he hasn't used his Cleansing Touch too many times today, or maybe it isn't.

"No, that's not going to happen." As he speaks, his other hand finally drifts to the hilt of his sword. It's one last warning, because he really doesn't want this to end in bloodshed if it doesn't need to.

But he is rapidly losing his patience.

The lieutenant has caught up to them, at this point, and has his own blade pointed towards them, lazily shifting from one to the other. "Is this truly the hill you wish to die on, First Knight?"