“Never!”

Evellyn answers with unconcealed defiance: “Never!”

You look her up and down and point with a bemused expression and point out what should be obvious: “You’re disarmed and buck-naked in the middle of town, I’m pretty sure I won at this point.”

“You won nothing, in a fair fight I’d kill you!”

“And in an unfair fight I’d grope your tits and pinch your butt.”

Not one to leave a statement unsupported, you use your mastery of time to rapidly disappear and reappear all around Lady Evellyn, having a go at her boobs and butt in quick bursts and concluding with a loud smack on the ass. Evellyn squeels and spins, attempting to batter away your fondling, and failing miserably. The only thing she manages to achieve is for the pieces of chainmail bikini to once again clatter to the ground, causing her to scurry after them before getting back to her feet just out of arm’s reach of you.

The knight is red-faced, roaring: “I’ll never surrender to the likes of you, thief! Perv! Lech!”