"Now, now, Miriam, let's calm down." Oliver spoke calmly
"Don't tell me to calm down; it's all his fault for being so good-looking!"
Greg was left speechless at the outburst he was somehow the cause of, and his mind raced to find the root cause of the issue.
'She screamed and came in here and accused me of being handsome....which I think I am? And is currently very angry at me'
'This could only mean one thing.'
Greg's face turned grim immediately as he arrived at the only possible conclusion for the outburst.
"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to injure your brother during the spar."
The banter between Oliver and Miriam ceased as they turned to face Greg with different expressions on their faces.
Miriam sat on one of the chairs with a face that looked like it had aged a few decades.
"Why am I subject to this torture?"
