The dungeons sound wonderful!’ she said. ‘At least there…

““The dungeons sound wonderful!’ she said. ‘At least there, I’d be away from you, idiot man!’ ‘Only for a short time. I’d be by to interrogate you.’ ‘What? I couldn’t pick a more pleasant option? Like being executed?’ ‘You’re assuming I could find a hangman willing to put up with your blathering long enough to fit the rope.’ ‘Well, if you want to kill me, you could always let your breath do the job.’ He reddened, and several guards nearby started snickering. They tried to stifle their reaction as Captain Kaladin looked at them. ‘I should envy you,’ he said, turning back to her. ‘My breath needs to be up close to kill, while that face of yours can kill any man from a distance.’ ‘Any man?’ she asked. ‘Why, it’s not working on you. I guess that’s proof that you’re not much of a man.’ ‘I misspoke. I didn’t mean any man, just males of your own species – but don’t worry, I’ll take care not to let our chulls get close.’ ‘Oh? Your parents are in the area, then?’ His eyes widened, and for the first time she seemed to have really gotten under his skin. ‘My parents have nothing to do with this.’ ‘Yes, that makes sense. I’d expect that they want nothing to do with you.’ ‘At least my ancestors had the sense not to breed with a sponge!’ he snapped, probably a reference to her red hair. ‘At least I know my parentage!’ she snapped back.””

— Brandon Sanderson