‘If you were my woman and another man thought about touching you, I’d let nothing get in my way until I’d watched him die a long, slow death.’ ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘As Skeeve would attest to.’ ‘If he comes after me I’ll defend myself. Do you love him?’ ‘Does that matter?’ she sighed. ‘If you love him and plan to spend your life with him then it would be only fair that I leave him with a couple of fingers... although I’ll warn you now that you won’t be having kids.’
