“What’s wrong?” Forcing a smile, he shrugged. “Nothing, just admiring how beautiful you look.” A groan came from Fowl, who tossed a pair of ogre testicles in his bag. “Oh yeah, she looks amazing, standing there, getting all the attention while I’m over here, knee deep in this mess harvesting these things for Erwini.” “But you’re the closest one to their midsection,” Batrire replied with a grin. “I mean… besides, you also have the most practice out of all of us.” Giving the woman he was engaged to the middle finger, he trudged over to the last one and began working on retrieving its privates.
