“Fine, but don’t touch anything. I like my clocks and my bags of seed exactly how they are, thanks.” “Not that it would do you much good even if I did,” the absolute prick said. “I don’t think you’re going to get my bedsheets pregnant no matter how much meddling I try—” “You see?” Tam hissed to Angharad, who was drooling a little in her sleep. “Don’t waste your time on men, they’re disgusting.”
