Make Zed swear not to borrow her any clothes

"Jeez, all that swearing and yelling.. Cira's been rather mean to you tonight, hasn't she?"

Zed frowns. He's wondering where you're going with this.

"She's called you a buffoon, an idiot, a fool too I think... she called me a bastard - twice!"

"You are a bastard!" Cira interjects in a fit

"-thrice!"

Cira turns to Zed "And you really are a fool if you think you can trust anything this guy says! He's a villain!"

Zed ponders for a little while, wavering between the two parties, before finally settling on you: "Y-you're right. But.. what are you suggesting?"

"Un-fucking-believable", Cira mutters in the background.

You put your arm around his shoulder so the two of you are huddled with your backs towards the women.

"All I'm saying is maybe she should be taken down a notch, you understand? You gotta stand up to her, show her who's boss."

Shit, you forgot elves have sharp hearing. You hear Cira respond behind you, speaking to the diviner: "I can't believe this. Can you believe this?" - If she weren't tied up, the diviner would probably have shrugged. "I'm staying out of this one."

You turn your attention back to Zed. "I want you to swear an oath to me, that you will not borrow her any clothes on the way home. Think carefully - you don't wanna fight me on this. Plus it's for your own good, and hers... Well maybe not hers. But still.." You know elves take oaths very seriously. It's an honor thing. You never felt much bound by that sort of thing yourself.

"You want what?" You hear behind you.

The male elf thinks very carefully, frowning intensely, and glancing behind his back. Eventually, he straightens his back and holds up a hand. "I swear".

You can simply feel the stunned outrage behind you.