“You know, I could get completely naked right now and jump into the loch and the temperature would have no effect on me whatsoever,” he continues, as though I haven’t spoken. “In fact, you’re right. I am caked in dirt. I think that’s exactly what I’ll do.” “Don’t you dare!” I demand as he gets up and tugs his filthy shirt out of his kilt. “My dirtiness is clearly offending you, Princess.”
