"Excuuuse me? Bumpkin?" Yasmin asked with an incredulous laugh, her shoulders twitching in pain as Agrian tended to her back.
"Says the man that calls his penis his love spear! Seriously, I'm still stuck on that, I just--did you name it, Agrian? I heard men do that, did you? Pfffft, anyway, I don't think we should be doing any polishing of any sort here 'cause if our fake out made the guards pissy, I think they'd have our heads over the real deal! Both of your heads, probably, and my one. Unless they decided to watch. Maybe that's why he got so livid, he wanted a piece of the action and we didn't deliver, the pervy voyeur."
Yasmin realized, abruptly, that she was rambling, because her face had heated more than a little when he'd mentioned polishing her, the bastard, not to mention she never quite knew how to accept praise--especially from someone she looked up to so much. How messed up was it that she found criticism and insults easier to swallow but genuine compliments made her inwardly flail? Thank Hakeshna her back was to him. She valiantly pushed onward!
"Whoo, total derail aside--sorry, I just, love spear! Uh, but seriously, thanks." She squirmed a little more, scratching the side of her cheek. "I only hope to live long enough to be half as good a fighter as you are!"