[ A shrug. ] Only five that seem to think my bared skin means I should deal with their overt ah, passion for me. Like dogs, barking at my heels.

[ Which is the politest way of putting it. Saw skin, didn't see the scars that adorned it as much as gold did to realize how someone got like that, wasn't through accepting such things. ]

'My lady, let me make love to you.' [ She does her best impression of a gruff, barrayaran accent. Comes out guttural mocking and utterly awful. ] 'So you never have to use that sword and ruin your delicate hands.'