Firefly Ravine fifteen states [m]

a slow shudder ripples down his spine, instinct screaming at him to close distance between them at the brush of her shoulder against his hip; to take charge though velaryon was quite content to allow her to lead this dance.

valor? courage?

if she was asking him if he was some sort of white knight he would tell her the truth:

he wasn't.

and there was no sense in building up a myth about him.

i am not a fantasy. i am no white knight, he tells her simply. but i can and will fight for what i believe in, for who i have to protect.