Lion Head Mesa You can't keep me waiting

A heavy head fell against his shoulder, cocked sideways. Did she think him to hold different ambition than any other? Did she believe that perhaps he was not adequate to the role because his lack of communication.
Oh, but if the time came, he would find a way. He always did.
You seem interested.
The girl was teasing him now.
Khaba simply frowned, shrugging his massive shoulders. Neither were meant as a self-humbling gesture, only confusion. Why play games with the mazoi? He wasn't fond of them. Straight and to the point. That's how he operated.
But as for the amiirad? No — she was far different.