[Don't come at him with your medieval feminism, Saber. He's trying to be chivalrous!]

You speak as if you have not been holding back as well.

[Still, while he doesn't completely drop his guard, he does draw up to give her a proper answer.]

You are a loathsome woman. I do not like you. I do not like the idea of being used by you as if I were some common trollop, or some lowly servile creature, even if it is only for one night. However, I do not think of you as a lesser, anymore than I would allow you to think of me as a mere submissive.

The Knight's code is clear. A knight should never raise a hand to a woman, unless it is the only way to save the life of another. But, if you truly are the Knight of Knights, as you claim, then holding back is a stain on our honor.

[It's an impossible situation, this whole night is, and his freedom, dignity, and honor are all on the line here. He mulls it over for a moment, but only a moment. Laid out like that, he can't let someone else take the shame for his actions, or inaction, in this case. He'll just have to wallow in shame with his freedom, after he kicks her ass.

He drops back into a fighting stance, his answer clear.]

I am Sir Therius, Loyal and Distinguished Knight of the Arganean Empire. Prepare to taste defeat, King of Knights.