Sam was walking through the town, right behind you. A local nobleman spotted you from afar and made his way over, not so gently grabbing your hand and kissing it. You heard a shuffle of chainmail and knew Sam’s hand was on his sword. You bid the nobleman goodbye and turned to your knight.

“You are behaving like a guard dog. He was simply saying hello.” You say, a scolding look on your face.

“I am simply being cautious, your highness.” He muttered, looking more like a dejected puppy.