The top cock?!
"No way it's Richard!" she whisper-yelled.
"It's Richard," Oathran patiently nodded. "He's gone."
"You don't mistake him for William, right?" Cecilia glared, her expression one of deadly, absurd seriousness.
"You think I don't know my own juniors?" Oathran glared back, the offense genuine in his hushed tone.
"Let me see. There's no way it's William," she insisted, the words a challenge.
"Why do you hate William so much…?" Oathran had to physically force the bubble of laughter rising in his chest back down, his grip tightening around her wrists as her hands began a mischievous, wandering descent.
"You misunderstand things. I love William," Cecilia protested, her eyes sparkling with mirth. "But Richard is the naughty one. He keeps spilling all over me from the start, so I'm… mmm—pfff… sure… he's the one that survived… pfff…"
