[Bend... the knee? Victarion's expression does a lot of things, none of which are particularly flattering. He is a simple man with simple ambitions and this is already a million times more complicated than typical Ironborn politics. He can't just bend his knee. She's a woman! If he was to bend his knee to her, then why shouldn't he have thrown in for Asha?

He shakes his head.]

The Ironborn do not submit to the Iron Throne. No more. My brother lost two of his sons and his own life in pursuit of this. Though my brother is not fit to sit the Seastone Chair, I cannot be a turncloak. [Whatever else might be said about Victarion, he has his honor. It's ironborn honor, to be sure, which is as warped as a driftwood, but it's there.] And we do not submit to women, no matter how mighty they might be.

[There's a compliment in there... somewhere. She's impressed him, even if she is incredibly infuriating to deal with.]