Insist that Isabelle be your mate

"You're not?" you ask. "I thought you said every woman in here was willing to mate with me. Are you not a woman in this room?"

"Don't twist this around. I refuse to be your mate, orc, and that is final."

"Really? So, you're willing to let others do what you are unwilling?"

In the blink of an eye, she whips out a dagger and presses it to your throat. "If you utter one more time that you want me to your mate, I'll cut off your testicles and let you know how a woman feels when harassed by some pervert."