“I knocked!” “The knock was feminine.” “It was … Shallan!” “Did you knock with one hand or two?” “I’m carrying a storming platter of food—for you, by the way. Of course the knock was one-handed. And seriously, who knocks with two?” “It was quite feminine, then. I’d have thought that imitating a woman to catch a glimpse of a young lady in her undergarments was beneath you, Adolin Kholin.”
