Thaldorin chuckled. "It's easy to get me to leave, White Gem. Just warm my bed for a day and night, and I'll bow out gracefully."
"Just a day and night?" White Gem sneered. "I'm afraid that you'll be begging me to stop if I ask for any longer."
White Gem didn't respond immediately, looking at the swords that fanned out behind Thaldorin's back.
"A man fond of peacocking everywhere he goes can't possibly have much to show below his belt. Especially not when what you're peacocking are such frail, feminine blades."
The blades were, indeed, quite delicate-looking. They appeared more suited for fencing or a sword dance rather than a real battle.
"What a sharp-tongued woman," Thaldorin chuckled. "Being so old and yet so single seems to suit you."
"When there's nothing but the likes of you lying around, being single isn't so bad," she replied just as coldly.
