[He was a jerk - making flirty comments after rubbing it in her face that she lost. Just because he had the same robust eyebrows as her father, a fine, athletic build and wavy, blond locks that bounce and flow in the wi-- Lili caught herself before she went on. She was not about to acknowledge the aesthetic qualities of the man who just bested her in battle.

She gave him a hmmph as she stood up and patted the dust off of her dress.]

You may look like a prince, but you have the mouth of a gadabout.

[Not that she minded being complimented by one at all. She flipped her hair again and eyed him from head to toe]

"Barbaric" as it is, I fight because I love the thrill of the battle. It gives me excitement unlike any other. Everything else just pales in comparison.

[Lili then smiled and stretched her hand towards Patroklos, gesturing that she wants to shake.]

Patroklos, was it? Proud and wonderful as I am, I recognize fighting prowess when I see it.