"Did you call him an angry Scandinavian Viking lately?" she asked rolling to her side to look at him. For a very brief moment, the ugly, angry-looking scars on her thighs could be seen, but vanished under a thick coverlet the very next. "Ooh, or a robot. He hates that. I mean, he basically is and just needs to accept the truth of it in his life, but he hates it."