"You… suggest?"
"Yes. Look around yourself properly. This isn't a training ground."
"Who do you think you are to talk like that?"
'!? Goodness. Is Clemente also eager to start a fight? Do not start one!!! Not one of those I once read, please!!' — Shaking the drunkness so she could interfere, Marianne placed her hand on the crown prince's limb. Being immediately recognised by her soft lulling touch that stopped his mind entirely so every speck of his mind could shift to look into her eyes. — 'I am alright! All of this was my doing this time!… please don't fight!'
"… Is it truly?" — Placing his hand over hers, Zeleskiaz's countenance softened concerned about Matianne. — "You seem feverish, my lady…"
'T-… truly… it is because of the wine, so please do stop…' — More heated, she lowered her head at his hand's caress. Timely being interrupted by the beginning of an Emperor's speech.
"The Emperor's speech is starting." — Clemente declared for those involved to behave.
