"Good evening, Dame Sara," Erica bowed her head a bit, her voice soft and respectful, and her green eyes meeting Sara's briefly before dropping again in deference. "It is a pleasure to make your acquainta—"
"Why is such a beautiful woman like yourself bathing with my husband?" Sara interrupted her with a straight face, her emerald eyes fixed on Erica with a burning intensity that made the elf shrink back. "I love the goddess, Hera, and I despise infidelity, I'll have you know."
To Erica, the martial partner of a 1000-years-old god just found them naked with their lover, and they're pissed about that.
As Erica got frightened and didn't know what to say anymore, her green eyes wide with terror, Benjamin nudged Sara a little, his elbow pressing into her side with gentle insistence.
