“... well then! There’s absolutely no chance that that could be taken any way except for face value,” Eugene said, beaming pleasantly. Privately, there was a shiver sliding down his spine that he hadn’t experienced since those inky monsters that ‘his sidekicks’ helped to get rid of.
Why was it always someone with a weird dress sense that had to be connected to those things?
“Let’s say for one second that you were ‘deeply concerned’ about our Princess’s safety. Let me guess - you’d... lock her in a tower? I think she has a bit of a phobia about them, truth be told.”