Look, Bahorel, obviously both respectability and glory rise with the body count! (Brienne has somewhat grown beyond this way of thinking, but she hasn't abandoned every vestige of it).

Dutifully, she takes a slow swing, aiming for Bahorel's throat--a nice soft target.

Talking of war has reminded her of something she meant to tell Bahorel. But she won't talk mid-punch; she'll wait until he's blocked her.