Requested by: ZenoZen

Current Client: Sir Tristan

Irisviel: Huh. Is he sleepwalking?

Tristan: No.

Irisviel: Aah! Oh! You're awake! Uh, sorry about that. You just look so sad – and beautiful.

Tristan: I'm often told that.

Irisviel: Uhh... what's your complaint?

Tristan: I cannot marry the woman I love.

Irisviel: Aw, sorry to hear it. What's in the way?

Tristan: The king.

Irisviel: Wait... I thought Lancelot was involved with the king's beloved, not you.

Tristan: I'm not talking about King Arthur.

Irisviel: Ah, that clears it up. Sorry. Go on.

Tristan: Ours was not even a natural love. It was the effect of a love potion.

Irisviel: Oh, those pesky love potions. Who gave it to you?

Tristan: I don't know.

Irisviel: Oo, I've think I've bitten off a little more than I can chew, taking on this job. So you want me to... what?

Tristan: Resolve me with the king. Reconcile my wife with me. Reunite me with Iseult.

Irisviel: Well, how am I supposed to do all that?

Tristan: I don't know.

Irisviel: You're kind of an airhead, you know.

Tristan: Thank you.

Irisviel: I can hardly tell if he was being sarcastic or not.