[He words wouldn't make Jules even consider getting off his butt. He's used to letting really good insults slide right off his back without a reaction, so a pathetic one would normally do nothing.

Her thoughts are what make him drag himself to his feet. His hand drops over his back to grab the hilt of the giant warsword strapped there. The moment his hand touches it the gem in the hilt blazes red.]

If you just wanted to see what I could do, you should have just asked.