Peter's cold voice echoed through the long throne room again, "I ask you again, did you or did you not use a sigmat ring in that fight?"
"I did."
"See, now that makes sense." Some guys start talking.
"It was weird before when it was said he didn't use a ring… like what kind of maniac has that strength?"
"So that means he lied to them."
Harry Bairevow narrowed his eyes at me. I could feel him internally asking, 'So you lied to us?'
Peter smiled as through he uncovered a large matter, "See! I knew it couldn't be true." Then he looked at me with a sarcastic smile, "At least you have the dignity to admit the trut-"
"But it wasn't used at the punch."
Peter froze in his steps, "What?"
"I said, I didn't use any ring when I… gave… that… punch." My gentlemanly smile overlooked his twitching one.
"So you lie again. I thought you had some kind of honor, but I think it must have washed away by the countless illegal-"
"Peter" I call out.
"What?"
