Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

Her eyes narrowed.
He was avoiding the question, in her mind. He wasn't preaching that God spoke to him...but the others did. Her lip quivered like she were to spit some insults at him, but held her tongue as she paced around to his other side.

She sidled up to him, pressing in close to him and lifting her lips to his ear.
In a soft, hushed tone, she spoke to him.
"What does he think of me, O'Malley?"
A simple question to her, but one he might not be able to answer.
Or he might answer it with his own thoughts instead.

She lowered her muzzle, stilling now.
Waiting for his words to wind their way around her mind in their woven silk fashion.
He had such a lovely voice.