“No, no, no,” the
Angel says with frustration, “There's no need for overkill.” He
looks directly at Fiona. “You'd think that getting good staff
would be easy in a place where everything is possible,” he says
with a wink, “But you'd be surprised by just how untrue that
actually is.”
“One guard will do,”
he turns away, speaking to the room in general, “And the blade can
be sheathed. Now...” he turns back on his heels and bows deeply.
“I am delighted to welcome the Lady Fiona to the Peacock Court, and
offer her all that we have in return for her trouble.”
“And that includes an
armed guard, does it?” Fiona asks.
“My dear,” comes
the reply, “He's for your safety just as much as mine.”
