Swiftcurrent Creek scheming at the cauldron

His clarification wasn't so much a clarification as repetition with added pizzazz. Bazi raised her head, staring diagonally down her nose at him like a bewildered, blue-eyed parrot. Was there something written between the lines here? Seconds ticked audibly by. The wild fauna of the creek waited in tense anticipation of what would come next in this spectacle of awkwardness.

Slowly, Bazi lowered her nose back down to Shadow's level. The next words out of her mouth did not carry quite so sharp an edge. "Do you like me, or something?"

There. Direct question.