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.
