As a whole, Lelouch's weapons were not contributing to his attempt to appear dignified and poised. If anything, they were probably hindering it.

Britannia in particular wasn't exactly helpful as she lay draped over his shoulders, resting her chin on top of her arm as she waited for their opponents to appear. Waking up early to meet Lelouch outside of his room recently, per her promise, had left her tired and a little bit grumpy. Worse, if she didn't do it, the young- prince? Emperor? Was liable to try and avoid her entirely for the whole day, so she really didn't have much of a choice.

"It should, this is rude." Britannia replied absently, smothering a yawn and glancing at Kotarou wearily. Mind, she was probably the last person to speak about being rude.