Sleepy Fox Hollow world

There was too much calm in her body language. It spoke of a poise that threatened to dismantle Anselm's already unraveling sense of security.

Would you prefer it if I ignore you when you approach?

Naturally, Anselm couldn't address that logical -- and almost fair -- inquiry with an equal measure of seriousness. If more people ignored me when I approached, it vould save me a fuck-ton of headache. Vhat is it about you vomen that are so sensitive? Vhy have you all -- he motioned to her kind in a sweeping gesture -- mastered the art of playing victim?