"I am not afraid of you or your strength, Rani," he spits out as he gets up, wiping a smudge of dirt from his jaw with the back of his hand, and it's the truth. He respects those things, both of them, immensely. But afraid? No, there's no fear here. Only rage and indignation.

"You wanted to fight -- I gave you a sword. But this is Barrayar. Battering a woman into submission in any context -- that is dishonor."