[ There's something familiar about this, but it's all wrong. The warmth and solidity of his body and the familiar scent that fills her nose now - but instead of something close and intimate, it's combat. Fighting for their lives. She grips his wrist and tries to force his blades away as she stares up at him. ]

You're a warrior, but you don't fight to keep people in cages! Not as long as I've known you! And - I would not favor you if you were!