Ravensblood Forest salt wavering

he rolls his eyes, ignorantly. 'e be disappoin'in me. he then curls out with rancid breath, peeping down at her with one eye.
making to sit down, once more, hoping this time to be uninterrupted by any skeeving, scrawny little shits. they ain't got no respect these days, them youngin's. crowell snarls up his nose in thought.
the fuckin' audacity.
ye get a loa' of shit fer brains dere? he scoffs. dese kids 'ese days, no respect.
thoughts swept away by the name she offers. erzulie. crowell looks at her for quite some time before smiling, eerily. now t'ats a prett' name.