Sleepy Fox Hollow peitsche

the boy opted not to partake, openly disgusted by mahler's kill. bemusedly, the gargoyle consumed more of the hard-tasting flesh, pretending to savor it in a gentle jest. 
"as long as you vould not allow your sensibilities to starve you," mahler remarked briskly, head lifting at the mention of maegi. "do you think she vill like it any better?" mahler intoned, eyes hinting at a smile.