[Harry glanced at the man and gave Aya a slow smile. He lifted the hook, and tossed it to his right hand, and then back to the left. He brought the sharp tip to his lips, giving it a kiss as he winked.]
It's no' real mate. Tha's m'dad. Still got a hand underneath.
[Not for lack of trying when he was younger of course. Harry had done his best to entice one of the crocs to bite his hand off, but none had been willing. He'd gotten over it. Eventually.]
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It's no' real mate. Tha's m'dad. Still got a hand underneath.
[Not for lack of trying when he was younger of course. Harry had done his best to entice one of the crocs to bite his hand off, but none had been willing. He'd gotten over it. Eventually.]