Tom:
"Sire," my psycho addressed me firmly.
I walked past him, ignoring his protest, and continued down the corridor.
"Enhance your calm," he chided, following closely after me.
"Calm? What is Calm? Can I smash it?!" I demanded, stomping down the stairs of my entry hall where Lewis and Heather had just entered.
Lewis turned as I approached him.
PUNCH!
He turned his head to the side at the blow.
"Ow," he replied simply, wiping a little blood from the corner of his mouth.
I glared, breathing heavily, not entirely set on my plans for him - death by strangling or death by sword.
I frowned, turning my attention to the figure commuting itself through the door. I narrowed my eyes irritably, recognizing it as James - my scout whom I'd sent to find Lewis and Heather in the first place.
"Well?" I demanded.
"Nothing, Sire," he replied.
I returned my gaze to Lewis and Heather blandly, then back to the scout.
"Nothing . . .," I muttered, rubbing my forehead irritably, "Not one thing. Jeremy," I addressed him, dropping my hand to my side, "May I introduce you to Lady Heather, my cousin, and Sir Lewis, King Fu Young's early captain of the guard." I indicated to them respectively.
Lewis frowned quizzically at the title.
"Early?" James questioned cluelessly.
"AGH!" I grunted furiously, my ears flaming red, "I'm about to kill him!" I yelled informatively.
James still frowned in utter confusion.
I audibly groaned in mad frustration. "From whence point hence-forth he shall be Fu Young's late captain of the guard! Take Lady Heather to her chambers!"
Lewis:
"Tom!" Heather shouted, James escorting her out of the room despite her protest.
I raised an eyebrow at Thomas as he returned his attention to me, his hands balled into fists.
I grinned coyly.
"You wanna' take this outside?" I asked.
He scowled, gritting his teeth.
"I hate you," he informed me.
"I know," I replied, "I hate you, too," I added, then raised my eyebrows toward him, "But I'm going to marry her."
