“Frigid,” he said with a snort of disgust. “Well, Cat, if objecting to having someone slobber on you or grope and squeeze you is their definition of frigid, then I’m frigid, too. They have no right to use you, no matter what they say. Any man who tells you otherwise deserves a knife between the ribs.” He gave her a considering look, then shook his head. “You’d probably find it hard to gut a man. That’s all right. I don’t.”
