The Tangle nereo

Louis clacked his beak, extremely pleased by the dusty female's reaction. For a few rounds he chirped in unison with her, switching between a deep baritone (his own, of course) and her lighter, higher voice. He soon tired of that, and scootched closer to her with an impish gleam held in that glassy eye.

"Itsy, Itsy, Itsy, Bitsy." He croaked, clicking his beak together after each repetition. "Itsy like pecks?" He tilted his head abruptly to the side, and then without warning pecked at one of her bare legs before taking flight with a loud cackle.