At the very beginning of his answer, Eliza feels her lips curl into a malicious grin, fangs glinting in the low light of the basement.

"Wrong answer," she whispers before summoning her lance in a shower of gold mana, swinging the blunt end forward with the intent of cracking this guy upside the head with it. Eliza's very in-tune with her own strength as a servant, so should her hit land, it should leave him dazed.