Hideaway Strath I tell myself you don't mean a thing

The hound offered a deep grunt in approval of the joyous dance, relishing the touch of the pale woman laying beside him.

Feeling her head lift with an awkward pause arose a questionable look within his eyes. But she set it back down. Had there been words she wished to share? Why would she not if so?

You hold many skillful attributes, but playing silent is not one of them. He spoke with a gruff tone. It was a harsh way to phrase the comment, but it was true no matter how many different ways it could have been said.

Would she give in and say the words, or change the subject entirely? He waited in silence to see which would be the outcome.