Cleon could sense a tension in the air. Well, there had been tension the whole time but it crackled a bit more now in his mind. Cleons smug look became even smugger. He had gotten under the others skin. If he was going to be hit, that wouldn't be so good but it would be worth it, he decided.

"Well, I never," Cleon said in faux shock as he clutched his nonexistent pearls. Then he laughed and headed into the florists, feeling quite content at the small chaos he had wrought. Tycho was likely going to give him an earful or hit him himself if he heard about what had happened but he could deal with that.