"One of these days I'm going to catch you in the middle of a street with not a stitch on save a dog collar. And before you offer, I don't want to know if you were the cop or the robber with the kinky faerie. Some things are better left to the imagination, i think."

Maggie blew unnecessarily on her coffee and thought for a second. "Damn. Think I need to add that to the Welcome to The Folly speech? 'By the way, if you decide to shag a hot, blond cop, he screams like a little girl over anything tentacled?"