"I try to be accommodating of my partner's wishes," she said dryly, which was as close as she would come to anything resembling sarcasm. Now that he had quite clearly realized his defeat, she stood, dusted off her hands. The edge of her palm which had run through the dirt was a bit scraped. But... the maneuver had worked quite well. Someday in the future, it could save her life.
Just because she felt guilty for using it did not mean she would not remember.
"Feel free," she told him when he attempted to intimidate her with a promise to continue in the same vein. "But do not expect that I will not do the same."