tremendous dynamite

Never once did the unruffled poltroon's gaze leave this astounding creature -- the iridescent gleam of his feathers captivated her. His voice was strange -- it was not the raucous summon she oft heard overhead -- but rather, possessed an eerily solemnity Caiaphas could only envy.

It appeared, true to his species, that he was woven of a loquacious thread -- despite her hunger, Caiaphas considered entertaining his inquiry. "Food." She licked her lips longingly, though by her tone it appeared she did not consider him sustenance. "You?"