"Approval," he says, and she laughs at him.
"It's not funny!" he says, indignently, because it isn't. She's just struck at the core of him, at everything he believes in, and it's not fair. He can't remember why they were talking about this anyway.
She shakes her head, and doesn't apologize. "That's not it at all."
"You define it then," he says, and prepares to sulk.
She brushes her hair behind her ears, thinks, then replies, "Honor is truth in word and deed, belief in justice, and strength." Another moment, and she adds, "It's life."
He can't disagree with that.