[Wrong answer. Even more of a wrong answer than Eowyn anticipated, actually. She really, really does not like being called a bitch.]

[She slaps him again, front-handed this time, hard enough to leave a mark. Not without a degree of effort, she also stops fucking him, her hips stilling against his as she brings her face in close. Her hand tightens in his hair, pulling his head up until their noses are almost touching.]

And you are a vile cur in need of better insults. At the very least, come back to me when you have the strength to shore them up with action.

[Pulling back again, she spits in his face. This is, if she's honest with herself, not at all honourable or worthy behaviour - but it certainly is satisfying, after months and years of feeling her own lack of power and control.]