"Sir Tycon," Athena glared, pointing angrily at the girl in the tattered cloak. "What is your relationship with that person?"
Tycondrius raised an eyebrow, "I met the young lady a few evenings ago, naked in a dungeon. Why do you ask?"
Without warning, Tycon received several harsh slaps of a sheathed sword.
"By the Flame!" Athena screamed, "How can you ignore her?!"
"Miss Athena..." Tycon used his left forearm to block the girl's simple attacks. They stung, though.
"Go TALK TO HER!!" The young lady was furious.
...Tycon grimaced, "But why?"
"Seven HECKS! Just go! Go or you're fired!!"
"...I don't... I don't actually work for you, young lady. You can't fire me."
"Then I'll get Mister Zenon to fire you!!" Athena growled.
"I won't dismiss my Optio unless I know the full story." The Librarian shrugged... "But you're lookin' kinda like a scumbag right now, Tycon-- no offense."