“Drunk or not, Niall caught the insult. “Lass, I promise ye what hides under me kilt is anything but funny.” “You’re right. Anything that hasn’t bathed in decades is probably more likely to send a woman screaming. Or fainting from the smell.” “Why you little harpy.” Incredulous, he could only stare at her while she smirked. “Ah, have we reached the point of pet names? How sweet. I was thinking of dung beetle for you.”
