He looked around the forge, feigning confusion. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure that I understand your meaning.” “Ask a man how big his dick is, and he’ll show you that he’s full of shit.” “Maybe. But I’m not a man. I’m a Fae male.” He paused. “And maybe I’m just well-endowed.” “Or maybe you’re just wasting my time, and we should get on with whatever you’re going to attempt to teach me here,” I snapped. Kingfisher’s hands moved to the back of his neck. It took him all of four seconds to unfasten his gorget and slide the silver plate free. “Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock
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