"You're still talking? Okay, you stupid whore, I'm just about done with you."

He sighs deeply.

"Catholic Christians have very stern beliefs about how women should behave and dress. I see that you're not willing to stick to those beliefs. So, in order to shut your mouth and to get you out of my face, I'll tell you this: decent womenfolk and maidens do not talk back to figures of authority, something I can tell you have done multiple times before. They provide for their families, their soldiers, and those that just might need it. Wenches like you decide that 'Hey, how about I dress like a prostitute and attack men for no good reason?'"

He laughs softly, as if he just won an argument.

"I bet you can see where that leads you. If the alcohol has wiped out any common sense you have left, I'll just tell you outright. It leads you to fucked up mental states like the one you're in right now. Men have advantages over types like you. They have common sense, while you seem to lack it."

He clears his throat, his cheery persona returning.

"Now, would you kindly go back to the whore house where you came from?"