Celia lifted her chin in defiance, a harsh scoff escaping her, "The only humiliation for me would be to bend to that man's will. I will gladly take any kind of pain he can dish out-- he won't break me. No way."<br/><br/>There was a fierce light in her eyes now, "He's only powerful if you let him be. The more frustrated he gets, the more likely he is to make a mistake-- he's still human after all."<br/><br/>She remembered what she'd learned in the tavern. Most men were all talk. Vulgar talk, perhaps, but only talk all the same. They were used to women doing what they expected. As soon as even one deviated from that expected behavior, they started sputtering, all the power they'd shown off gone by the wayside. This man was no different, she'd already seen.