"Disrespectful?"
Achilles sent a sidelong glance at Arthur, speaking in a low and intimidating voice. "Just being addressed by me, a demigod, should be honor enough. What else do they expect?"
"You...!"
Arthur gritted his teeth, glaring like he was about to kill someone.
"As a gentleman, you should treat all women with respect! From where I'm standing, you treat them like trophies—items to sate your lust!"
"And what's wrong with that?" he replied, grinning. "They should be thankful instead. I'm doing them a favor by choosing and sleeping with them!"
SHING!
A golden sword flew and slammed into the shield Achilles raised in a hurry. Though the attack aimed more to intimidate than to injure, it was still an attack.
"You... disgust me!" Arthur howled. "I challenge you to a duel! If you lose, you will apologize to these girls and treat them with respect from here on out!"
Achilles frowned, eyeing his shield.
