At this point, I'm surprised that Unerolia hasn't cut him down yet from the frustration of having to deal with him.
I could at least tell that she really wanted to do it since her hand had shifted to rest on the pommel of her sword and gripping it tightly.
Unerolia sucked in a deep breath before she continued, "Fine then, let's arrange a meeting with your guests for dinner. But for now, we can continue the questioning inside the castle."
He smiled at her, "Oh! In that case could I trouble you to come back later? I will need some time to prepare, you see. And I did come back from a long journey so I would need to have a bath first. How does lunch time sound?"
Unerolia growled, "No. We're doing it right now."
He looked down at himself, "But I'm still in travel clothes you know? And I'm still dirty too. I don't want to be leaving dirt all around my castle."
Unerolia shot him a look, "Don't you mean, 'my' castle?"
