Duck Lake are you worth your weight in gold, cause you're behind my eyelids when i'm all alone

mahler too found enjoyment in the comfortable silence that wreathed around them. when alarian spoke, one ear swiveled toward the boy, but it was not until the subject of mice arose that the gargoyle turned his gaze back upon his companion. implacably he stared at the dampened cherub, until some sneaking light of humour rose in his lilac eyes. accompanying it soon thereafter was the slow spread of a pleased smile.
"no. you do not." there was no aspect vaguely rodentlike shared by alarian. "but you are small. delicate. shy. wie eine maus." a little field creature caught unawares in a summertime downpour. satisfied by the shift from quietude, mahler waited to see what might be given in response.