"hmmm. Didn't they say a man's feet echoed the size of his manhood? Of its own accord, her gaze darted up Gregor's leg to where his deliciously tight breeches caressed his- "Knife." She blinked, her gaze jerking up to his face, her skin flushing. "Knife." he said again. "Knife?" she repeated dumbly. "Good god, Oglivie. I will need a knife if I'm to cut these vegetables." --