thank the gandy dancers for a path well worn

Caiaphas visibly stiffened as Malachi nearly leaned closer; her posture readied -- intent. Should he prove too excitable, too anxious, the nimble wretch would flee.

A nearly sympathetic smile played itself in parody of a genuine one on her gums, and she met his gaze boldly -- the brazen ring of yellow unremitting. "No." She answered simply, her words a command -- and with a sulky flick of her tail she held his gaze before sauntering off to quit his company.