Paige and I both shared a hearty laugh. It was fascinating how much it took for us men to understand each other.
"I see that my lord is a man of culture!" Paige exclaimed.
"Haha, I didn't know that you were one as well!"
We both shared a few laughs.
After our laughter had simmered, Paige curiously asked, "Sire. If I may ask, who is the girl?"
"Oh, the girls in my bed?"
Paige chuckled. "Haha, yes sire."
I answered, "Haha, well, you remember Penelope, do you not?"
"Ah... The head maid, Penelope, I see..." Paige replied in a displeased manner.
I noticed his attitude change once I mentioned Penelope, so I asked, "Is something wrong with Penelope, Paige?"
"No, no, sire! It's just that I have a bad feeling about that maid..." His eyebrows furrowed.
I tilted my head in confusion, "What do you mean by 'bad feeling'?"
"It's nothing too serious, sire. You needn't worry." Paige proceeded to leave to avoid the conversation but I couldn't let it end this way.