Unbelievable. This has got to be one sick goddamn joke. Of all the demeaning acts she could ask of you, the tyrannical toff picks the one thing that would truly make an ass out of you. Jack Noir? Kneeling? You'd sooner slit your own throat. At least then you'd be bending the knee due to blood loss rather than appeasement. Bah!
The amount of rage building inside you is explosive enough to take out this side of Prospit, you swear. You are a dignified sharper, and she wants to steal that from you! There's no way you can accept this.