“Well, do give her my very best regards, then, won’t you?” “Why, ye vengeful wee creature. I’d never ha’ thought it of ye!” “Wouldn’t you, indeed?” she said, dry as toast. He smiled down at her and ran a thumb gently down the side of her cheek. “No,” he said. “I wouldn’t. Ye’re no one to hold a grudge, Sassenach; ye never have been.” “Well, I’m not a Scot,” she observed, smoothing back her hair.
