"I don't need to forsake my duties," she responded, all the lightheartedness drained from her tone and swiftly replaced by derision. He'd hit a sore spot. "My dutes are on the Fields of Justice, you boneheaded half-wit! You speak about me like you know me so well, but I wonder how that could be?" Her upbringing kept her from cursing him in a variety of other manners.

"The longer you keep running your mouth, the less likely I am to fly off this ledge and into your arms for some...some trip of action and adventure to who knows where, that's most certainly a ploy to stick an axe into my back."