Cricket Creek Bog if lies were cats you'd be a litter

"innnndra! that's right. i remember now." his voice was light, whimsical; it completely belied his insiduous aspect.
absalom stopped approaching the girl in sackcloth and ashes as she conjectured about the demise of herself, his face emoting surprise. "kill you? now," he tutted, slinking around the rot-ridden tree she had backed up to moments before. "why would i do such a rancid thing? you have an over-active imagination, indra."
he forged an expression of disappointment, metal faintly click-clacking as he milled about her like a hyena. "maybe you'll kill me. i'll let you close, and you'll garrote me." he inferred, bringing his gaunt wrist to his chest. "but you wouldn't do that, indra. i trust you." the man quickly added after, emphasizing the word trust in a way he hoped would inspire some measure of guilt for her surmising such heinous misconduct.