“No, ye’re no verra patient, either.” I gave up struggling for the moment and collapsed flat on my back, tousled hair spread out on the grass. “So what is my most endearing trait?” I demanded. “Ye think I’m funny,” he said, grinning. “I … do … not …” I grunted, struggling madly. He merely lay on top of me, tranquilly oblivious to my pokings and thumpings, until I exhausted myself and lay gasping underneath him.
