"What?! No! Why would you think that I am a spy?!" The Dwarf squeaked.
"That sounds like something a spy would say," I said suspiciously.
"I just came here to visit my cousin!"
"Typical cover story. I like your tenacity, but I still don't believe you. I am going to take you to the barracks for questioning!" I declared, and the Dwarf really started to squirm around. "For someone who is not a spy, you seem quite squeamish about going to see the authorities. If you have nothing to hide, then you shouldn't be worried, right?"
"When my cousin finds out about this, you are going to be in a lot of trouble!"
"Who is this cousin of yours? If you say Gwenth, I am going to hang you by one foot!"
"...."
"So?"
"THAT IS MY COUSIN, YOU DIMWIT!"
