Majestically, I sauntered out in front of the scenery, lance in hand. The helmet was a bit tight but no matter. I thought confusedly about my colleagues, my students. Whatever would they have made of seeing me thus dressed up? I stopped and stood opposite him holding up my lance. He devoured me with his eyes. The goddess lived again, but for him alone...
He was blinking rapidly.
"How about we move on to Diana?"
I hesitated. Was this the magic effect of the Muscatel? Temptation was too strong, it ended up winning.
"OK. Diana."