Intellectual homosexual and the Duke.

Chp. 7 the 'best'

3rd person POV:

Roman was currently sulking or seething in anger Patton couldn't really tell. He'd been like this ever since Logan had rejected him, and Patton just hated to see his friend so upset.

"Roman?" Patton piped up and the ego obsessed character looked over to him slightly with his eye brow raised. "Why be so upset over Logan, sure he is the most handsome guy here but he's clearly not for you! I know plenty of guys who are as good looking and even better than Logan who would happily agree to marry you!" Patton exclaimed with a peppy smile and Roman shook his head and growled.

"But how could Logan reject me? Me Patton! How can he not see that we are the best?" Roman grumbled and sank back into his chair. Patton sighed in defeat and got an idea he knew would cheer his dramatic friend.

"Gosh it disturbs me to see you Roman, looking so down in the dumps..." Patton began to sing and stood up to move around the tavern. "Every guy here'd love to be you, Roman!
Even when taking your lumps..." Roman looked at his friend with a little bit of disgust but let him continue.
"There's no man in town as admired as you!
You're everyone's favorite guy~
Everyone's awed and inspired by you!
And it's not very hard to see why~" he paused dramatically and smiled at Roman.

"No one's slick as Roman!
No one's quick as Roman,
No one's neck's as incredibly thick as Roman!
For there's no man in town half as manly~"

"Perfect, a pure paragon!" The same women from before sang as they tried again to get Romans attention onto them.

"You can ask any Tom, Dick, or Stanley!
And they'll tell you whose team they'd prefer to be on..." Patton fired back up as he tapped three men's shoulders and they looked at him confused as he pointed slyly to Roman. They still looked confused so Patton sighed and paid them some money.

"Who plays darts like Roman?
Who breaks hearts like Roman?
Who's much more than the sum of his parts like Roman?" The men he paid sang happily and Patton joined with them.

"As a specimen, yes, I'm intimidating!" Roman said dramatically and stood up from his chair loving all the praise he was receiving.

"My, what a guy, that Roman!" Everyone in the tavern cheered

"I needed encouragement
Thank you, Patton!" Roman thanked and Patton smiled while playfully dancing with him.

"Well, there's no one as easy to bolster as you!" Patton now found himself wrapped up in Romans arms and he sighed.
"Too much?" He whispered and Roman nodded

"...Yep" Roman agreed and Patton nodded while escaping the position.

"No one fights like Roman
Douses lights like Roman!"

"In a wrestling match, nobody bites like Roman!" Patton squealed as he saw Roman pick up his musket.

"When I hunt, I sneak up with my quiver...
And beasts of the field say a prayer!
First, I carefully aim for the liver~
Then I shoot from behind..." Roman acted out and pretended he was hunting.

"Is that fair?" Patton asked now worried about the poor animals.

"I don't care" Roman shrugged and put his musket away.

"No one hits like Roman,
Matches wits like Roman!" The tavern started up again.

"In a spitting match, nobody spits like Roman!" Patton remember and picked up a bowl carrying it to almost the far end of the tavern.