"You tried to do something fishy there, didn't ya?" Nam teased revealing a knowing smile. Tristan shook his head trying to calm himself down.
"He definitely tried to attack us or something. Kekeke!" Hash gave a boisterous laugh.
"Indeed, there's no reason for him to sweat this much if he did not have underhanded thoughts running in his mind," Leng commented, nodding his head whilst stroking his chin.
"Unfortunately he found he failed before he even started," Hash remarked.
"His instincts live up to the third class. That's why he's lived this long with that much anger," Nam shook his head.
"I didn't try to attack…" Tristan denied. Lying.
"What did you want to do then.. and why are you sweating buckets?" Nam probed, revealing a wry smile.
"I feel lightheaded from fatigue. My sudden movement is causing my heart to race." Tristan explained. His excuse remained good.
"That's a good cover-up," Leng commented seemingly truly impressed.
