Rhys shouts with a more commanding tone, "Vasilik, think! You're rushing into this unprepared! How can you be sure he will hold to any kind of honor or tradition?" He gestures to Sasha. "After doing that, you know he won't deal with you as you want! Get back into the Hall, and then we can figure out what will be more to your advantage!"
Actually, you know, the Duchess looks like something has knocked her about quite badly, Coll.
"I will MAKE him hold to something!" yells Vasilik, waving his knife around.