Cassiopeia's View ooga-chaka ooga ooga

He expected some banter and when all he got was a simple suggestive word, Diego stared blankly at the white girl as if she had suddenly turned in to stone. Uhhhh.... right. He murmured, wondering what exactly had made this lone wolf so passively murderous. It wasn't like he was serious about sliding! 

I could jump, but I was hoping for a less... detrimental... (wow, a six dollar word from a ten cent mouth) method of escape. His brow raised expectantly but Dingo did not know what would be suggested by this wild thing.