With his brows drawn, he rubbed a palm over one his horns, seemed to catch himself doing it, then yanked his hand down. "Don't like horns, huh? You were tickling Desh's like there was no tomorrow. For future reference, you might as well have been giving him a hand shandy."
She didn't know what that term meant, but it sounded bad. "How was I supposed to know that? It's not like that little nugget of
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