Phantom Hollow starling

the queen answered with a firm vagueness that buffalo knew he could not rattle. nor did he want to --  the end-game was to gain her trust, not make her more wary of him. "you know," he purled, settling down on his belly before her elegant repose, "i could really use some fertility magick. byll and i  ... we've been trying for two years now. nothing. but you ---" and here he gestured to the soft roundness of her belly -- "you could maybe rub off on her. we could do a spell."

 
buffalo's gaze found malice's own -- he waited with bated breath to hear what she would say. if he was being truthful, he hadn't been more excited about something in a long time.