Swamped

"It's nothing serious, Sergeant. You see, I had a bit of stomach trouble, and Gorp here was telling me about a folk remedy where you shock the patient into feeling better. I was skeptical, but, well, it seems to have worked!"

Sergeant Dominic looks more than a little skeptical. It's a rather appealing look for him.

"Even if we leave aside how ridiculous that story is on its own, these troublemakers aren't exactly known for helping other knights out of the kindness of their hearts. There's no need to protect him."

"Who said it was out of kindness?" Gorp shoots back. "I just wanted a little favor from him, so I offered to save him the trouble of a visit to the infirmary. And if it didn't work, well, I'd get a good chuckle out of it."

"Really, it's nothing important," you try to explain.

"Maybe you can explain to me just how unimportant it was when Squib Squad's out of earshot," Dominic says, dragging you away.

Well. That's one way to get a one-on-one conversation with a handsome officer. Not the way you would have picked if it were up to you, perhaps, but you're not one to pass up an opportunity.

Dominic leads you down a few hallways, into an empty room.

"You have no need to worry about retaliation," he says. "Now, tell me just what happened there."

So. What do you say?