"A child?" Well, there's nothing wrong with his sense of smell. Just his brains. "You see and hear children everywhere. That's all you ever think about. Sit down and I'll make your dinner." Hmm... note to self, don't use the oven. Wouldn't want to give the big oaf the pleasure of knowing he's right.

The ogre, still grumbling, filled a jug of wine and sat down. Too bad I'm out of arsenic.