( He should question it. Should perhaps flatter her combat ability, her sorcery or her wit. There is much in the sly, affected way in which she confesses her alleged weakness that reminds him of a cat toying with a mouse, or the numerous wives he has seen while attending exorcisms, wooing their husbands in a false sentiment of security, before reminding them of their true place.

No, no. He was not born with this day's sunrise. Please and thank you, he is content to live a long, peaceful life. )

You roar majestically.