[Paul is to practice fencing with Gurney]
I guess I'm not in the mood today.
Mood? What's mood to do with it? You fight when the necessity arises, no matter the mood. Now fight!
[the two begin fighting, and Paul eventually puts his blade to Gurney's throat]
I have you.
Aye, but look down, my lord. [Paul does, and sees Gurney's blade to his ribs.] We'd have joined each other in death. I see you found the mood.

