Lion Head Mesa thirty-seventh

Senmut was just taunting them now. Akavir mirrors it with his typical dry-witted clapbacks, a tone of voice she knew all too well. She'd been interrogated the same way when asked of the red-eyed man.
She feels the urge to go, Ooooooh, shiiiiiiiiiit, but it ends up coming out in a garbled whimper before her eyes widen. Sorry.
It was getting agonizing, really, the testosterone that simmers between these two. So, with a tilt of her head upward, she speaks: I think what Taltos means to say is that he doesn't fully believe you. Her own curling, devilish grin, and a proud, glossy gaze that travels up to Akavir, seeking approval.