Scarlet raised an eyebrow. "It wasn't just Alan, just sayin'," he said out of the corner of his mouth. "What about that bird Little John shacked up with that time who turned out to be the daughter of the local minister? We had to go several haylofts over to find a sympathetic farmer that time. But the leaks in the roof all got miraculously repaired."
He could tell tales of his own conquests of course, but it felt a little like bragging in front of a lady. "I bet you could tell some stories," he added, nodding to Clio. "You Greeks can get rowdy."