A Knight's Tale _ She Demands He Lose to Prove His Love _ LoveLove

You favor cathedrals? I come for confession. And the glass. A riot of color in a dreary, gray world. Don't you think? It's beautiful. I feel the same way about the letter you sent. Speak to me. Speak those words. I'm going to win this tournament for you. It's me. Look, this tournament, I'll win it in your name. Every night I defeat, I defeat for you. Your beauty will be reflected in the power of my arm, the flanks of my horse. Wow. Really? Yes. Really? It's flanks? Yes. I wish they were poetry, Ulrich. Oh. Well, I'm not ready. But I am. And why must everything for a woman be run on a man's schedule? Well, a man's day is fuller. And, well, you see, a man, he has more demands on his time. Is that so? Yes. Maybe. No? I demand poetry. And when I want it, and I want it now. Your breasts. They're below your throat. Where... Jocelyn, how may I prove my love to you? How? Do you ask in earnest? Yes. If you would prove your love... Right. You should do your worst. My worst? What do you mean? Instead of winning, to honor me with your high reputation, I want you to act against your normal character and do badly. Do badly? Lose. No, losing proves nothing, except that I'm a loser. Wrong. Losing is a much keener test of your love. Losing would contradict your self-love, and losing would show your obedience to your lover and not to yourself. Really? Shh, woman, shh. Do not shh me and spare him. Now be gone! Go! What is your answer? Then you do not love me.