I think the thought of ironbite licking Caitshidhe's ears till cows came is far more disturbing than any naked flesh we could post. Sexy thoughts are universally ruined by the introduction of farm animals.
Granted. But now you have creepy stalkers, like me.
I wish I got a Nobel Prize
"Whatever interest we take in the fortune of those with whom we have no acquaintance or connexion, and who are placed altogether out of the sphere of our activity, can produce only anxiety to ourselves, without any manner of advantage to them. To what purpose should we trouble ourselves about the world in the moon?"