melinie17

"You know," said a nervous voice, "I'm fairly sure I'm supposed to be smiting you right now. Not..." There was a sense of the voice flailing vaguely for words it had never needed ago up until three hours ago, when a certain someone had got a bit peckish and things had gone downhill rather quickly. "...fraternising with the enemy," it finished eventually, sounding vaguely miserable. "Wouldn't be very sssporting though, would it? Smiting me right now," said another voice, similar to the first in that it was polite, British (not that Britain existed back then, but it was the spirit of the thing, you understand), difficult to identify as either m