"Now, then. What does 'fucking' mean?" My surprise must have shown plainly, for he said irritably, "If ye must call me names, that's one thing. But I dinna care to be called things I can't answer. I know it's a damn filthy word, from the way ye said it, but what does it mean?" Taken off guard, I laughed, a little shakily. "It ... it means ... what you were about to do to me." One brow lifted, and he looked sourly amused. "Oh, swiving? Then I was right; it is a damn filthy word. And what's a sadist? Ye called me that the other day." I suppressed the urge to laugh. "It's, er, it's a person who ... who, er, gets sexual pleasure from hurting someone." My face was crimsoning, but I couldn't stop the corners of my mouth from turning up slightly. Jamie snorted briefly. "Well, ye dinna flatter me overmuch," he said, "but I canna fault your observations."