Courfeyrac’s eyes twinkle in reply, inclined, as always, to assume that chere Violet is laughing with them, not at them. He tugs on the reigns, pleased when his horse responds - and never mind that the beast is likely trained to follow its leader, not its rider. “We are indeed.” He grins at his companion. “Do not look so distressed, Marius. I do not think Pikachu will defeat you today."