And yet you serve the woman who preaches their death.

[She does not understand it. And she will not forget it so easily. She listens to what he says, but-]

What assurance do I have that this is what sort of man you are? You say you have come barking at me after hearing somehow of my deeds from a woman I did not tell of them... so how do I know you will not go racing back to her with anything that may be uncovered?