"What?" Came a surprised voice from deeper in, followed by the furious marching of pounding footsteps. Seeing Lancelot's face contort with irritation upon seeing Oliver confirmed to him his and Verdant's suspicions that he'd planned that letter to make things as inconvenient as he possibly could.
He tore down the corridor, forcing the serving girl to bow and step out of his way. "What are you doing here?" He hissed.
"I have an invitation," Oliver said innocently. "You signed it yourself, didn't you?" Again he held it up in the man's face, but kept a tight grip on it.
Lancelot reached for it with a slow hand, as though he was just trying to pull it closer for a better look, but Oliver snatched it swiftly back before he could.
"Nope," he said with a smile. "You're not getting rid of it."
