Lesgle laughs a little as he wipes paint from his chin, spreading it further. "I've been despised by pretty girls before; I'll survive the experience. --No, of course she might despise us for it, and she'd not be wrong, but I think it would be a worse wrong to tell her."

His laughter fades at Bahorel's disgusted look; he falls silent, in case his friend wants to say more.