Keep on turning, turning around
"Bolearis..."
"Uh oh. That's the angry voice." Crossing his arms, Bolearis readied his proverbial stance. "What have I done?"
"Eunie has taken it upon herself to inform me that you once referred to me as 'that Aspar' - I have no memory of this."
Ah. Bit of a dual-edge. "So...you want to know if I did as Eunie said, or out and out why?" Calculating distance of arse afield of fire...
"Oh, no. I believe her; your descriptions are often as colorful, if not very artistic."
"Not helping me here, mate."
"Do you trust me?"
Oh, swoon. "With my life."