[b]"Wait, Mister Cypher, I don't quite think that-"[/b]

Gideon's nervous complaints fell on deaf ears as he was shoved forward into the gaggle of women. He leaned heavily on his staff as Cypher pushed him forward, already quite uncomfortable with the personal space violations that he was unintentionally inflicting on the opposing trio. He had barely caught his breath as the rapier master spoke up from behind him, mentioning his strange habits. 

[b]"Ahaha. I'm just well informed, Mister Lucas. I'm really no one special."[/b]

The metal magician made himself comfortable standing as the banter flew back and forth, content to keep to himself as the others talked. He positioned his staff between himself and Maggie, and managed to look as uninteresting as possible, even with his constant aura of iron particles. He was doing quite well at it until Irisara's inflammatory sword comment cut through the air. Cypher's response was possibly even worse for the general good air that was in the process of being made.

Immediately, Gideon took a step forward, attempting to preemptively diffuse the situation. He rubbed both hands together, adopting an almost pathetically meek voice.[b] "Now, please, let's not start confrontations when we can drink. In fact, why don't we just go get those drinks? If everyone's okay with that?"[/b]