"It's written into males, usually, that they must defeat or be defeated by women. Rarely are they allowed the chance to be one with women. It simply doesn't work that way, I'm afraid." There were so many stories that demanded the competition between the sexes.
Baba looked up at him, her fingers resting on his arms for now, but they'd soon slide slowly down to claim his, holding loosely. She squeezed them softly for a moment before she let his hands go again.
"You do. You want to know who you truly are, which is good." Her hand lifted to touch his jaw, a light raking of nails as she pulled her hand away. "Once you know who and what you are, you may decide what you want to do about such."
Baba wasn't making the decision for him; she wasn't going to say what he should do in the end. She wasn't going to say he was a good man or bad man; she simply wanted him to know who he was before he decided what to do next. There was a quick wink and a smile.