"Uhh…" the General's stony demeanour evaporated as the attack came from an unexpected angle, and he tripped over his words trying to find a way to deflect it. "No, that was just speaking generally, in regards to women in general… probably."
"Weak, Daemon," Mary said.
Once more, Oliver reflected that their relationship wasn't a conventional one. What sort of maid could make her Lord grovel like that? He silently observed the two of them.
"Can we leave this?" Skullic said. "You can say all you want later, but let me finish this up for now."
"Fine," Mary said. "But Oliver, don't let you pressure him with his simple way of thinking. If you're quite sure an apology would not make the Princess happy, then you shouldn't force it on her. You shouldn't be trying to treat all women the same, as your good General Skullic seems to be advising."
