In Galran culture, strength is everything that much you know. But what you didn't understand was the importance of weaponry, of combat.

You thought nothing of it when you had sharpened Lotor's dulled blade. When you'd asked the prince for a friendly duel. Even when you had his armor repaired, you thought these simple things

Little did you know that those are Galran displays of affection. Initiations of courtship. And you've left Lotor very confused at your sloppy excuse of romantic advances.

Lotor: "She has a weird way of showing she loves me."

Acxa: "Are you sure you want her?"

Ezor: "Ya, she's a little wired."

Zethrid: "She has no class either"