Oliver tuned out the angry grumbling from the crowd behind him as he tried his best to salvage some sort of graceful ending to the fiasco that was his interactions with Lorelei the Siren. He returned a puzzled look at she called him Sir Pike. Oliver wasn't a knight, and he never introduced himself as such. Perhaps it was a misapplied title as a sign of respect? What a strange girl. Or perhaps he just gave off an air of knightly-ness that caused people to assume otherwise. He was fairly certain, however, standing in the presence of actual knights, that such a title would attract their attention; after all, no governing body in Termina bestowed knighthood save for the Ikana Royal Family, making such an honor seem rather out of place.

"Yes, I suppose doors have never been that talkative, have they? A bit knob-headed of me to think otherwise," he chuckled, rather uncomfortably resorting to a fairly lame pun. He now felt downright guilty about forgetting her name knowing that she remembered his. He sheepishly turned to the crowd he just barged through and offered his meek apologies, although they weren't in a very forgiving mood and most just ignored him or shot him a quick dirty look before heading off. Others seemed more intent on getting their answers, and little by little the crowd seemed to be inching closer to the guards posted at the entrance to the mayor's office. Despite desperately wanting to know of Swiftblade's fate, Oliver had to agree with Lorelei; the crowd didn't seem likely to disperse anytime soon, and he didn't particularly wish to be around when the guards inevitably broke things up by force.

"Yeah, I don't think this is going to end particularly well. I've had my little outburst, I suppose, so I think I'd better split. Hopefully the Prince will be making another speech soon enough, with more answers than loose ends this time," mused Oliver, trying his best to seem level-headed despite the tempest of shame, embarrassment, anger, and anxiety brewing within him at the moment. He'd spent so long wondering if he'd ever see his mother again, and now all of the same familiar feelings were returning again with this latest news. He really needed to lie down for a bit... maybe have a drink...?

Oliver's mental shitstorm was quelled for a bit when a man broke off from the crowd, angrily storming towards the door to the mayor's office.

"I want answers! My wife and son were trapped on the other side and I most know if they're okay! I'll break down this door if I have to!" he threatened, rolling up his shirt sleeves. Captain Viscen, obviously concerned, stepped in front of the man before the guards at the door could reach for their weapons.

"Sir, please," implored the retired captain. "The Prince and the mayor are discussing some very important matters at the moment, and they don't need any interruptions-"

"Important? You're going to talk to me about importance when I finally have a chance to find out what happened to my family?" yelled the man, shoving Viscen aside roughly and continuing towards the door. Before he could take another step, however, one of the elite knights moved in front of him, his huge muscular frame serving as more than a slight obstacle. The knight stared down at the man with a look of disdain and condescension in his eyes, drawing his ornate sword very slowly.

"If you continue towards that door, I will cut you down and you'll never get to see your family either way. Is that understood?" he asked, his voice low and gravelly. He didn't seem nearly as understanding or polite as Viscen, to be sure. Oliver's hand nervously floated to the hilt of his sword, as it often did when he felt a fight brewing. Luckily for everyone involved, another man from the crowd came forward and pulled his friend away, although the angry dissenter didn't seem too keen on challenging this imposing swordsman anyway.

"All of you, disperse! Now! I tire of these trifles," barked the knight, sheathing his sword. Reluctantly, the rioters finally seemed compelled to leave. Oliver turned to go, bidding Lorelei farewell with an embarrassed wave. Before he could turn and leave, however, the knight spoke again.

"Wait a moment! You two stay," he requested (referring to Oliver and Lynette), although it seemed like more of an order. Oliver wasn't about to refuse, though. Perhaps he'd attracted a little too much attention? "You there, the girl. What was it that you called him? Sir Pike?" he asked, gruffly. "I wasn't aware they were just giving away knighthood to any whelp these days. In fact, I wasn't aware that Clock Town had knights at all," he continued, obviously suspicious of something.