Hoshor Plains a feeling that consumes

She licked her lips. He licked his in a deliberate mimic as pale gold eyes held on to hers. He could answer her. He could tell her he wanted a set of rabbit ears pierced on a stick, served on the same rabbit's tail, or some other nonsensical throw away answer. But she wanted an answer, and so he offered her a question. The same question, no less. "What do you want?" She did say everybody wanted something, did she not?