— For now, the only danger I see here is your "pistol," aimed at the lord's servants. — he casts a brief glance at the exploded maid. — What is going on here, would you care to clarify?
- Well, well, wolves in sheep's clothing, huh. That's how it is—you sleep with snakes in the same bed and never suspect a thing. One day she's giggling and blushing, smiling as she pours you tea, and the next she's starting fires. Lucky she didn't poison you.