““If he gave me a knife, he thought I’d need it. And not for digging up roots and hacking tree bark, either. Know its purpose, indeed. “It fits my hand,” I said, looking down and stroking the small groove that fit my thumb. “How did you know to make it so exactly?” He laughed at that. “I’ve had your hand round my cock often enough to know the measure of your grip, Sassenach,””
