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."