Redsand Canyon gargoyle

She could feel his breath pushing against her neck, the rumble of his deep voice. Towhee didn’t need to read his lips; she could guess at the gist of what he said. She did inch backward at the same time he did, clicking her tongue at him when Maxim’s teeth grazed her forehead. He was careful to avoid the light mark where the cat’s teeth or claws (she couldn’t remember which) had broken the skin of her brow.

Wanna know something? Towhee purled, drawing back a bit further so she could look at Maxim’s face. Her own face was soft as she leaned in as if prepared to whisper something sweet and tenderhearted in his ear. I just farted, you might want to clear the room.