<div class="floatright">(http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-pP3Wpir4Jdk/UNULbEPJS3I/AAAAAAAAGeI/cImxtHkm-9Q/s400/Adolf+Weissmann.jpg)</div>"Stop quabbling," Saren said, his tone sharp and reprimanding. His eyes flashed with something cold, almost like a hint of frost as he turned on the two. "It is unsightly for two such grown men to act as children. Once we are out of the city you may settle this with words or violence, as long as no blood is shed. But until then, and especially when we are in the presence of Her most royal Majesty, you will behave yourselves. Or else," his words crack like the sound of an icicle breaking, the threat ready to be carried out if either show willingness to show cheek to the Queen.<br/><br/>"Now. As I said. I don't care how you two resolve this matter, but do it in a way that does not interfere with the mission. Or else we'll have more than words," his eyes glare at the two men, anger now stark in his ice-blue eyes. After making sure that his words had penetrated into the two he sighs and runs a few fingers through his hair and straightens his clothes. "Now then. You will be presentable, courteous and amiable in the presence of the Queen. Show her the respect she deservers, or else it won't be me who stops you from leaving the city, but the royal guard--unless it's in pieces," his words are dark, and the hand clenched around his holy symbols grows tight once more as he observes the two, making sure they're listening.