Okay, now this presented a serious indignity to him.
He was a soldier; one of the best in the world, no less. He did not clean out pig stalls for insolent little farm girls. Ever.
He took a good look at his options:
A) Attempt to kill her, and possibly die trying
B) Run, and almost certainly die trying
C) Do as she said
As far as he could see, option C was the only functional one.
He sighed. Forgive me for this, father...
"Okay, I'll do it. But first, you and I need to make a deal. You see, I need somewhere to stay. And your house seems like an ideal place."