Woman, this has gone far enough.
I have continually responded to each of your entreaties with an openness that defies description. You have, in each case, replied with deviousness, slander, and duplicity. And now, again, with more threats. You are the essence of evil.
I have respected in turn, though it has been difficult, your hideous mother and elderly dog. Nothing has worked.
Evidence abounds. No proof of this ‘baby Dragon’ exists; the King denies an awareness of a personal relationship with you – though he has a suspicious bulge in his attire when he speaks of the non-relationship with you.
You speak of these ‘uncles’. Who are those that would interfere with the mighty Dragon? They court great danger in that endeavor. And this ‘Chip’ whose name you bandy about – he shall rue the day that his swish involved itself with a member of one of my men.
There shall be no dinner at any hour, and, yes, any attempt at such will be buffeted by winds that will be summoned by prayer to Wotan, the great.
I have recently learned that I am to be sent to a land some distance from this one. I shall lead a great battle, and, perhaps not return. That is my duty, as my position in the King’s battalions dictates. If I return, I shall once again review this story of yours. It does not appear that there is much to review, however.
Until my return, I suggest your low cut, flirty, form fitting frock, be retired from use in our town as I understand from a source that your figure has 'blossomed'. Sight of your pulchritude in garments that do not hide the aforementioned avoirdupois would cause significant distress among the children, horses and the older citizens of our town. Your reputation already suffers.
See to it!