"When the deathwatch beetle starts its turn. Dance with me, make me squirm. Like a dark river with a boggy shore, clutch me close, squirm some more. Like an elm with a rotting disease, Bend way past our knees, when you slither like a worm with me, take a turn with me...squirm with me. Other kithain maybe prone on the floor, but my eyes see only pennies and you. Only you have that birthright technique, when you squirm I get weak...."