"Repulsed?"
Garanth scowled.
"No it's...we've had some tough times in the past. We're very different, where I carry a sword she carries a voice, which is her weapon, it kills some people and lies to others"
He glowered. He hated politics, they had always bored him, what with all the backstabbing and lying and hidden threats. On the battlefield there was your enemies and your friends, and all you had to do was kill your enemies before they kill your friends, simple and just, how everything should be.
Gron shook his head.
"By Gorug, you two are the limit. It couldn't be more obvious when you two look at each other, it's like being in an old love story for the God's sake. If you would stop arguing and get married and have dozens of children then we'd all be happy"
Garanth rounded on him, his eyes bright with anger.
"You speak out of turn Gron, unlike you I have more to think about than the size of a woman's breasts and the heat between her legs!" 
Gron looked abashed and was about to reply when Garanth shook his head and waved a hand at him.
"Leave me, I want to be on my own"
After some hesitation the old warrior retreated.