"If I ever give you children and you speak to me or them that way, I'll cut your cock off, fry it, and feed it to you." Samkiel coughed around his hand at my very vulgar threat. "Is everything all right?" Lord Iver asked, turning fully to us as his wife and young child left. "Yes," Samkiel said, his leg brushing mine. "I'd kiss the ground you walk on if you gave me such a gift." "You already do. Do something else."
