The Balladeer's head snaps to the side, and he's stunned into momentary silence. Okay, it's not the first time he's been hit, but generally he knows why!

He lifts a hand to his stinging cheek, which is already turning red, and then raises both in a familiar placating gesture. Things don't need to get any more heated than they are. Besides, Greta will never escape in those shoes; that outfit can't be comfortable. "I think there's been a misunderstanding," he ventures, trying to interpose himself between the two. "I'm - "

"Misunderstanding?" the stranger hisses furiously, rounding on him again. "We haven't been married two days, and already I find you with her again? How..." She sniffles, rubbing at her eyes. The Balladeer takes the moment to glance at his hand. Okay, yes, that is a wedding ring. "How could you do this to me?"

And she bursts into angry tears.

The Balladeer turns wide eyes on Greta. "I'm...sorry?" he says, managing to sound very baffled and not even a little sorry. "I, uh..."

"ARMANDO!" The door slams open again, revealing a man who looks like a more tanned, chiseled, and shirtless version of the Balladeer. Also, he's much more angry. "My long-lost twin brother, trying to ruin my marriage!"




...the Balladeer's sudden burst of incredulous laughter doesn't sound especially villainous, but it probably doesn't help either.