I never said anything about fighting.

[King would love to skewer Ban again. And again and again and again. But doing that wouldn't make him feel any better. It would only make Ban feel better, and that is not King's goal right now. He grinds his teeth, just about ready to walk out the door and leave Ban to his cushions.]

Elaine asked me to help you. I'll do it, even if I have to petrify you at the bottom of the lake just to keep you from screwing up.