[ She delicately sips her tea. Hmm. Acceptable, all things considered. (Lynette's brews are better.) She leaves the milk and sugar out of the mix. ]

Very well. I accept on both counts.

[ She wouldn't have minded, exactly, if he'd gone around telling people about her and the Fatui. But there may indeed be merit in a fresh start. ]

Next. In the event of a disagreement between us that cannot be reconciled with words alone, let us hold a duel. The manner of duel shall be proportionate to the nature of the disagreement, and the winner will dictate the new "rule" going forward.

[ This is a more unusual proposition, she knows. For now, she'll lay that out and see what he thinks. ]