Whoa cheetah. One at a time. [ she grabs a pillow and smashes it down on her lap under her elbows, ticking off on her fingers ] We've got a pretty low bitch quotient, actually. But there's always Dumage, if you really want one to hate on.

And the only Knights who are sworn to keep it in their pants are the Dragon's Claws. They're not supposed to form deep lasting personal connections with us lowly mortal peons, because it gets in the way of their work ethic or untouchability aura or something.

And everyone just calls him 'sir', if you mean to his face.