"I will deal with you presently, sir," D'Artagnan said, "after I have done with your unruly friend. That is, unless you wish to increase the odds against me. I will not shrink from crossing swords with both of you at once." He swished his rapier back and forth a couple of times.
"Put that thing away," said Finn. "It's almost as big as you are."
"Nevertheless, its size will not impede my use of it," D'Artagnan said. "Now, 'guarde!"
"Oh, sit down," said Finn.
"You will stand, Monsieur, and draw your sword!"
"I will sit, my friend, and finish my dinner. And you would be wise to do the same."
D'Artagnan's sword stabbed out and lanced Finn's chicken off his plate. With a flick of the wrist, he sent the bird flying into a corner of the room.
"You appear to have finished your dinner, Monsieur."
"That does it," Finn said. "I'm going to take that pigsticker away from you and spank you with it." He started to stand.
Lucas took hold of his arm. "Finn, sit down. Don't be an idiot."
Delaney stood. "Look," he said to D'Artagnan, "can't we just forget the whole thing? I'm willing to overlook the chicken, but-"
"But I am not willing to overlook your insults, sir," D'Artagnan said.
"What insults?"
"Your sword, Monsieur!"
"No."
"You refuse to draw your sword?"
"That's right, I refuse."
"Then you are a base coward and no gentleman!"
"Listen here, you-"
"Finn…"said Lucas.
Delaney took a deep breath. "AH right. I am a base coward and I'm not a gentleman. Does that satisfy you?"
D'Artagnan looked disappointed. "Well, then, in that case, I must demand an apology."
"For what?"
"Finn, will you for Christ's sake apologize and have done with it?" said Lucas.
"Well now what the hell should I apologize for?"
"It doesn't matter, just apologize, if it will make him happy."
"Sir, I will not be condescended to," D'Artagnan said.
"Just stay out of this," said Lucas. "Finn, say you're sorry, all right?"
"All right, I'm sorry. I apologize."
"I do not think you are sincere in your apology," D'Artagnan said.