I-- [for the first time since he dropped to his knees in the dirty street and professed his love, Petry looks... strange. Something between laughter and confusion flitting across his face] that--

I was not asking to be-- fitted inside of you [and doesn't that just lend itself to lewd jokes and Drift, talking about his stick shift while he had been too busy trying to breathe as the hot sands of Scorpion's Bend whizzed past the dark windows] I... was not mentioning your size as a slight. I was merely baffled at the possibility. Of something smaller. Than the Grand Palace.

[Which probably means nothing to this man.] Smaller than very, impossibly tall.