What little pride we may retain is—oh, my virgin needs a good pair of gloves. “Dairy?” Icy blinked. “I do not believe he is your.…” After a brief pause, he gave that up. “You believe that his lack of handwear presents a problem?” The gray suede ones. The tiny reptilian form under Icy’s collar dug in her claws. Can you not see him wearing them? Them, and nothing el— “I shall purchase them immediately,” Icy promised, “provided that you refrain from further discussion of this topic.”
