Lion Head Mesa Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

for a second, his tail went rigid, and whites of eyes took up more space. 

caught! cunnin' child!

he cleared his throat, but did not slow his gait.

"yang miss, ah respect a child's right t' self-searchin', ah do, but please..." he stopped, and turned and tilted his head towards her cream-painted face. "despite your station, do nawt meddle wi' them who only see you as tool, 'stead o' person. remember always you, again, are more than obedient young girlie."

he held her gaze, conveying without words that akhtar was lofty cradle-snatcher who don't deserve fleas let alone th' attentions o' such a clever yang thang!