“I don’t like her kind, either. Do I think she should have come here? Fuck no.” The agent blinks. I can almost hear his skin break into goose bumps. “Women? They belong in the kitchen. I don’t, though.” I can’t see Koen’s face, but the smile in his voice is bloodcurdling. “I get around. Would you like to apologize to the lady, or would you like to learn what that means?”
What does this mean???
