Ankyra Sound das klagende lied

the hard sunflower eyes lit with a growing incredulity — mahler watched the woman impassively as her mouth tightened, the sides of her mouth beginning to swell with air. 
in the next moment, mahler's ears splayed slowly to either side, his own lips thinning into a grim and unamused line. the loud tittering at his expense continued, and he lowered his hindquarters to the earth, looking all the world a reclining, sour-faced gargoyle. the judgement of her eyes did not go unnoticed; his lilac stare darkened with something like shame,
it was her words that caught mahler's attention; a bold and unprecendented statement that lifted his countenance. he gazed at the dappled woman, the abendsonne of her scathing glare burning him where he lay, and watched her when she had finished. to her question he had an answer; mahler paused only a moment before the briefest humour lit the cold plains of his face. "do you?"