Lion Head Mesa Ding dong [2]

There it was. That same, childishly stern stare. The ogle he desired to burn against his skin.
She did not wait long to bring a new topic before him. A question; one of which shot a pang of chagrin. Did she believe that the mazoi would truly betray her so easily? Yes, he held loyalty to both, but that would not set him between them.
Almost as soon as the question befell her lips, the beast's head shook. He wasted no time, for fear of any hesitance that she may mistake for deceit.