"Aye, yer fetchin' ta. But there be just one o' meself an' tis hard ta nay admire purdy lasses like yer selves..." He didn't miss the bare belly button or the legs any more than he had missed the shape of the dwarf woman. He knew that he would be sorely tempted to not try to find out what was under the armor of one or both of them, if they didn't try to take his beard off for it. "If'n I be 30 years younger, I'd be in deep trouble fer me tongue." He said with a rueful grin.