Stavanger Bay Why is the rum gone?

The lack of response and how she looked away gave him the answer he sought. "I-I mean, nothing wrong with that. Not always the voice that is beautiful." His eyes went wide as he realized, not the best choice of words. "I mean, it's not just the voice that makes someone." 

He kind of stood there awkwardly, then she gave him a glance. Engel kind of stood there for a little, then she started moving just before he understood what she meant. "Oh, yeah sure. I can come along." He scurried out of the pit, being mindful not to disturb it. He had seen that she must have cared for the pit.