Duck Lake dirty little secret

He lifts from the lake and shakes his pelt, moving out and onto the bedside of the lake as she did, allowing yet still the shallows trickle along her sides as she lay. He lifts a paw to his chin, a ponder. Oh? She first goes on with his first set of words. He had a home of his own, did he now? Well that made things a bit more difficult. It meant of he were to go missing others would come out of the woodwork looking for him. 

He acted almost taunting, teasing, dangling the idea of a home just out of the loner's reach. Yes, a home. Did she need one? No. Did she want one? No. But would having a safe place to hide when the villagers came with their fire and pitchforks be good for her? Yes. She just needed to know if those she shacked with were as damned as she was. 

You have a home for me, do you? She shifts in her placement next to him, rolling around onto her backside, soft belly revealing as she keeps her forelegs curled to her chest. Are there others there, young and beautiful as you? Were they as devious and devilish? As manipulative and malicious?