In Galran culture, strength is everything, that much you knew. 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 armour repaired, you thought these simple things.

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