Very few rules in our little game, RubySlippers - and welcome, by the way! - but it's customary to let others guess before submitting two guesses in a row. But in any case (and that was a heck of a guess that I never even thought of, BTW) . . . It's hard to believe that I can be so moved by the touch of an incorrect guess. 1. Like the leader of the opposition, I am well-schooled in wartime pleasantries and diplomacy. 2. My boss gives me a satisfactory job appraisal. 3. Were this a different era, long ago when such things were commonplace and the galaxy was a savage place, my behavior could be considered antisocial, perhaps even subject to an anti-stalking provision. 4. I commit a mostly irrelevant error. 5. I find a cozy hiding place for my target. 6. Both my combatant and I believe that the other is engaging in conjecture, a suggestion mutually expressed quite politely, which stems from our discourse alluded to in the first clue. 7. Two aliens (to me, anyway) talk exclusively and tersely about me from a pretty close distance. Hey! I'm right here!