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He had always been prone to an inflated ego and that stood true now, as she began to slice at him with her words and he, amused by her struggle, lifted his posture further as he strut; but he did listen, and he did find her request - no, her demand, to be utterly ridiculous. The man huffed and his face split in to a deeper grin, flashing his front teeth as a subtle warning that she should be careful of what she spoke.

I am worthy. I have bested your leader and sent him crawling from the bay. That alone is enough to prove my strength, or it would have been enough in Rusalka, but the rules of one coastal claim did not seem to apply in a universal sense. She was bold to test him. Her arrogance reminded Firefly of Rosalyn and he sobered at the thought. Who was this woman? Had he been a more foul beast, a creature of ill character, maybe he would have lashed out and brought her to heel with his teeth.

Instead he observed her a moment and with an air of comedy to his voice, he queried: What would you suggest? I could track down your dethroned king and make sure he did not return. Or I could fight you, and as he mentions this he lurches towards her, crowding close, but otherwise not touching. If you think you can win the power back. I see no other options, woman. He thought of their bodies entwined in battle and imagined how useless such an event would be; it would certainly not win him any favors, which is why he mostly spoke in jest.