"No" she simply gave. "Try if you must, to preserve what pride you have, but you will not harm me. I do not to kneel Count, least of all to you. Death, if it comes for me, will not be by your hand nor design. You are smarter than your rage, you know I speak truth." To make her point she set her sword before her and folded her hands atop it.
She wondered how to answer that, or even if she should. But her ancestor was long dead, which might enrage him more or calm him. At this point everything was up in the air. The answer made her nod, good then she knew the timeline. "That is truth, you were not. And I am his great grandchild." she added. "Nor was he as far behind as you like to think "So you do not remember my Father nor the time of the war," she gave to herself. Well. This was going to be interesting. "I will tell you what I can, on the provision you stop trying to kill me. We ensured we would be safe. Can we make that bargain, or are you going to continue this tirade?"