“We've a bit of a problem, Kat. Have you someone to watch the wee lass?"

His second use of the word "lass" finally penetrated a brain of concrete. Kat blinked, as slow comprehension dawned. "Christian?" she exploded softly. "Is that YOU?"

His lips drew back in a silent snarl. Then "Och, Christ, tell you didn't think I was Cruce! Do I look that bad?"

She nodded vehemently, "Yes."

"Bloody hell," he growled.”