“My trews may be soft, lass, he thoughts, but what's in them isn't.”
“I want purple trews, lass," Drustan called over the door. "No," she said irritably. "And a purple shirt.”
“Then you will simply have to see for yourself. Touch me, lass. Feel my ...sock." His silver gaze sizzled with challenge, as he unzipped his zipper.Uh-uh." She shook her head for added emphasis.Then find me a pair of trews that doona threaten to sever my manparts.”
“Ye werena the first lass I kissed," he said softly. "But I swear you'll be the last.”
“Warlord, you once told me I'd always know what you're thinking. What are your thoughts now?""Partly, I'm thinking that I might shame myself in my trews, just from the feel of you next to me.”
“Methinks marriage has made my brother soft,” Alaric replied. “ ’Tis a shame when a puny lass has to save his arse.”