Siegfried
The magus awoke groggily. The infernal beast had made an equally infernal racket during the night, and he entered his basement to discover the mess of things that Ashnard had made. Fortunately or unfortunately, he had plenty of time to think during the night, so the young man made a decision. He quickly located the beast, and before it could acknowledge his presence, held out the hand that bore his Command Seals.
Speaking in a clear, commanding voice, he invoked the ancient magic. "By my authority as a Master of the Holy Grail War, I hereby command that you shall not ever attempt to cause harm to me, directly or indirectly, regardless of your state of rage." The seal glowed for a moment, and then faded. "You've already stated your intentions, so this should be expected, werewolf."
Lancer
"Nothing to report," the girl's voice sounded as she rematerialized in her casual clothing from before, her form taking shape from head to toe. "You, however, need to ensure you keep up your strength. I am not willing to consume souls to bolster my own reserves, and I would prefer to avoid disengaging because my mana usage is about to drain the life from you." Her irritation sounded parental, which might have seen strange coming from someone who was younger and supposedly the servant of the one she was addressing.
"On another subject, the more observant might notice you traveling with someone wearing the same clothing every day. Unless you intend for me to only materialize when speaking with you or fighting, we should get some new clothes." There was a strange note in her voice, one that was rather difficult to pin down.