Renly had never liked violence, Loras thrived on it. One day, he would teach him that as well.

"Go on, cut me."

"I'm not going to cut you."

"Yes, you are. You'll be off to battle soon, and you'll have to ride down men just like the rest of us. Better get used to cutting a man now, it'll serve you well."

"I can't, Loras, I won't I..I've no reason to cut you!"

"War is reason enough!…Look, here, I won't even move, and it won't be the first time a man's cut me. Don't worry. I may have never been to a proper battle, but I've fought in the melee. I can handle a little cut. "

"I'm not going to cut you….this is absurd!"

"Is it now?"

Ow! What was that for?"

"I'm giving you your reason. I've cut you, now you have no reason not to cut me. Come on, take a swing."

"Fine!"