“Ack — yes! Mordred, no — ” It’s obviously not a serious command, as she giggles and halfheartedly struggles in his lap and tries to tickle him back.
The young knight chuckles, moving just out of reach but being within close enough proximity to still attack her. “That’s right.”
“I will never surrender!” Summer announces, and pounces on him. His feet are probably ticklish, but he’s still got his boots on, so she settles for his stomach instead.