Which face is yours? He asked.
Which face do you like? He asked rhetorically.
I don't like men. He said.
Master said you can't be liked by men. He said.
He looked at his sword and raised his eyebrows casually: "You know I can't do anything with your martial arts."
He pointed the sword at the tip of his brow and looked helpless: "You know... I can't do anything to you."