“Pervert,” Tam said flatly. “You’re horny for the marrow. Do you want to fuck the marrow?” That seemed to drag Lyford out of it. He took a deep breath and shook himself. “I do not want to fuck the marrow, thank you, goblin.” “It’d probably still be in Angarat’s domain, marrow-fucking. Plenty of ladies around here could tell you about, uh, vegetables.” “Goblin.”
