I know not what you mean, for I can think of no shortcomings for which any would demand compensation, but for my own mortality. Nor do I see any sense in defending my honor against one who so clearly lacks his own - yet nevertheless I shall tell you of my many skills.

[Because you're pissing him off.]

On foot I can keep pace with a team of horses - but I suppose you shall find this inadequate unless in a race I best them outright. Although I prefer the spear to the bow, for in war the bow arms cowards who cannot meet another warrior face to face, and so they stay back like children hiding behind their mother's skirts - from a distance of one hundred paces I can pierce with my arrows stag and hare alike. It was noble Chiron who taught me the art of the hunt, and so too did he teach me the notes of the lyre and the art of medicine. Perhaps, though, you've no interest in my skill with medicine, for a worm such as yourself will never tread any path which might bring so much as a scratch to your skin unhardened by battle.