Ravensblood Forest stark

"Needn't I remind ye of our first meeting," he countered her explanation with a wry smirk. The image of the girl in a soggy pile of snow was certainly humiliating, and Nox let out a small chuckle as he listened to her ramble.

Almost as soon as he offered to spill his secrets did he instantly regret giving her the freedom to ask something of him. That was the thing about Meredith; give her an inch and she'd take a mile. He imagined it would prove useful in a bartering situation, but Nox simply raised an eyebrow at her suggestion.

"Titles are earned, y'know? Takes a lot more than knockin' someone over to proclaim yerself Meredith the Mighty. And a lot more to earn my respect." Shifting his weight, the captain rose to his feet and shook the snow from his pelt. He had to admit, it had a nice ring to it. What would his be? Nox the Noble? Snorting at the silly idea, he spun to face her with a seriously fierce expression.

"B'sides, I ain't goin' soft anytime soon. Don't know if I could say the same about yerself though." It was time to knock her ego down a peg. "Ever learned how to spar?"