Kon lay there wondering what had happened. All he could think of was "who was the woman with the beautiful legs?" and then, "ALL this mess is Dallas' fault".

Kon glared grimly at Dallas as they lay there briefly in the pile. Dallas kept muttering something about needing to go. And as Dallas rudely shoved the pile off of him and left, Kon lay there entangled trying to figure out how to free himself.

And as he struggled to untangle his tall frame from the pile, he felt male hands running over him in a way that made him reach for his sword that was stuck under the bottom of the cook. What was this guy thinking? "Nein, Nein", Kon thought. The Frisian's eyes opened and Kon glared into them grimly.

And the Frisian looked surprised! So Kon took no insult, particularly since this was all Dallas' fault. Kon began by sliding himself off the top of the pile, leaving the mooing Frisian still partially tangled with the cook. Apologizing, Kon went to grab the Frisian by the arm and pull him up off of the cook but the Frisian slipped and landed completely on top of her. He did not look unhappy at this turn of events.

Kon glared grimly and thought, "There goes my meal."