"Oh thou art too much," he said, bursting into peal after peal of mirthful laughter, soon doubling over he was laughing so hard. "Methinks... Methinks you misunderstood mine intent."
He took a few minutes to catch his breath, slowly standing up straight again. "I do not seek more than just friendship from thee Deroy. Well that is not entirely correct. I seek a political alliance with thee - as friends it is important that we protect each others and entreat upon each others aid as need be."
"I hope thou doth not take this the wrong way, but I could not seek a romance with thee," Warslik said, nodding sagely. "Thou and I art too different - and alas, mine hand is already spoken for."
Viink