Puck draws back, arms folded over his chest, and though he wishes Havelock could manage to defeat her this time 'round (if for nothing but to wipe that smile from her face), he feels relatively certain it shan't happen.

Though he is glancing between them both, the majority of his attention is on Margolotta. He does not, of course, possess Havelock's concentration or training, but he plans to mark her as best he can-- speed, strength, patterns of attack-- all with the understanding that whatever he sees now is probably precisely what she means to convey.

No more, and certainly no less.