‘I have a problem,’ she said when he reached the floor. ‘Anything I can do for you, Shurq, I shall. Did you know you have a spike of some sort in your forehead?’ ‘That’s my problem, you idiot.’ ‘Ah. Would you like me to pull it out?’ ‘I don’t think that’s a good idea, Tehol.’ ‘Not worse, surely, than leaving it there.’
