Diana Gabaldon Quote

Will you do me the honor of sharing my bed, O lord and master? I asked politely. Obviously suspecting something, he considered a moment, then nodded, just as formally. I will. Thank you. He was raising the reins to go when I stopped him. There’s just one more thing, master, I said, still polite. Aye? I whipped my hand from the concealed pocket in my skirt, and the dawn light struck sparks from the blade of the dagger pressed against his chest. If, I said through my teeth, you ever raise a hand to me again, James Fraser, I’ll cut out your heart and fry it for breakfast!