Twenty centimeters... is that the length of a hand?
Caster and Guinevere paused for a moment, instinctively glancing at Le Cheng's hands. They hadn't noticed before, but upon closer inspection, to their surprise, they discovered Le Cheng's hands were actually quite beautiful. Far from the roughness typical of most men's hands, his were exceptionally clean and tidy, even delicate and slender like a woman's.
Then, they looked at their own hands. Before they would have found no faults, perhaps just a tad small, but in comparison with Le Cheng's, theirs were certainly not as attractive.
Pondering this, they couldn't help but feel a bit self-conscious.
Caster murmured, "Mine are probably only about seventeen centimeters."
Guinevere pouted, saying sourly, "Mine might only be sixteen centimeters."
