Humiliation washed over her, subtle in the tremor of her hands, the slight sheen of sweat on her brow.
'He's right... I'm nothing compared to them,' she thought, jaws clenching tighter.
"But let me tell you," he continued, voice dropping low, "you can easily become stronger than me. But it appears you want to choose between your dignity and ambition, don't you?"
'!'
'H-he can see through... what is he!?'
She shook her head fiercely, panic flashing in her widened eyes. As if clenching her jaws, given she wasn't able to find any of his weakness, she rather got caught off guard by seeing he possessed something that was literally impossible.
If somewhere any women were to know, those ancient ambitious wenches, they would flock after him. But she indeed had ambition, yet also dignity—and he seemed to know that too.
