Geillis: You can come out now, Claire. I thought I heard a rustling in the bushes. But then again, I always like to imagine someone's watching me. You could have joined me, you know, but you English are a prudish people. It's really quite nice in spite of the chill. Yes, it looked like you were enjoying yourself just fine. Claire: It was the icy wind, whispering over my nipples. It makes them harden like acorns. Geillis: So I can see. And you're pregnant. Congratulations.