Pulling both his lips into his mouth now, forcefully preventing himself from smiling, he rolled his head to face me. He couldn’t keep it from his eyes, though. “It’s okay, Osha. Many women have appreciated my posterior in a pair of leathers. I don’t let it go to my head.” I flicked the top of his pointed ear, and the Bane of Gillethrye yelped like a startled dog.
