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he noted the adjustment to kazimir's posture, but did not comment upon it. the woman maintained grace and observance of rank; her respect would be her saviour. the things of which she spoke, however, were wholly unfamiliar to the male, and a frown creased his otherwise inexpressive face.
"vhat are these things?" the gargoyle inquired with genuine curiosity. he had never been one to shy away from new knowledge and especially not now, when it pertained to one of his subordinates. "start vith 'volf dog,' please. vhat is a 'dog?'" from the wording, mahler could only assume it was a creature like their own kind, but one charcoal ear waited for kazimir's intake of breath and her subsequent explanation.