"It is no custom of mine," he declares, and that's when he puts space between them entirely. It's an awkward little crawl out of her personal space, and he cannot hide a wince as he gets himself to his feet. Ow. He supposes he should be glad for getting nailed in the balls, though. Now would be an awful time to have an erection, even if one born from friction alone.

"And it would be a great deal foolish to decline this very fight in the name of not laying a hand on a woman, just to take you as..."

What the fuck do you even call it? With disgust:

"Conquest."