Bring out the lirpa. It put value on my uncircumcised state. My Channels stay tunnels, the Jewel covered over, Past reach of any relief save Tendrils . . . The lirpas slash and swing in the sunlight. It is highly doubtful that he will claim me. . . .
Human males are possessive.
I'll reveal my condition, and he'll send me home. The round ends. The lirpas are gathered. He fought very well, this beloved of yours. But his strength has run out.