"I would rather bed Galbatorix for a thousand years than spend a single second of my youth on you!" she screamed.
"Fine! Go back to your King and let him wheeze between your legs!" he bellowed slamming his fist down on the table she had leaned over.
"You are filth Murtagh! You slide-"
Eragon stared in horror at the chaos before him.
"Shouldn't I stop this?"
"I think not, little one." Saphira attested with a laugh.
"But they will kill each other!" protested the Shadeslayer more afraid of the couple in front of him than he had been of Durza.
"They fight because they love just as strongly, Eragon."
"I wish they loved each other less." grumbled Eragon folding his arms across his chest.
Saphira rumbled with laughter.
"Oh gods be praised." sighed Eragon.
Murtagh and his lady love where twined tightly around each other, huffing and moaning.
Eragon left when Murtagh's hands lifted her skirts.