I wouldn't want you to do me ill.

The catch: Its intricate, knitlike patterns are stenciled, using a swath of chain mail specially fabricated for the task.

Then he played hard to get, knavishly sidestepping the microphone.

I answered that the rotation of the Earth couldn't be interrupted by the appearance of such a one-year volunteer like me on it, that the laws of nature were stronger than the stripes of one-year volunteers and that I would wish to know who could make me spotshine some shitcan that I didn't crap up, although I'd even have a right to do that after dealing with the swine kitchen at the regiment, after that rotten cabbage and soaked mutton meat.