"It's been ten years, Raoul. You've got to joust with me sometime."
"I remember that experience quite vividly, Lord Wyldon."
"Ever thought to try again?"
"Against you, Wyldon? Not in the least."
"Fine... remember that little wager of ours just yesterday –"
"I remember that quite vividly, actually."
Wyldon spares a grin at Raoul, "Well have you –"
"I think we can discuss this over… supply reports." Raoul gestures into his office, Wyldon coolly walks in, while pulling off his shirt.
"Raoul! Where are those supply reports!"
She pauses, hearing manly grunts; but pushes open the door anyway – only to see a scrambling Raoul and an oblivious Wyldon.
At first she was embarrassed, but thought the better of the situation.
"Why didn't anyone invite me?"