Sawtooth Spire aufgeregt

wylla continued to provoke mahler into deeper shows of affection; curling up the corners of his mouth, the musiker turned his attention elsewhere so that she might enjoy her meal in relative peace. at her proclamation, however, mahler put his gaze sharply upon her once more. 
deadpan, as always, but he had come to know her sardonic nature. aside from a perplexed exhale of breath, mahler teased her back with his silent lack of a reaction. "so you think ve vill have four children? wonderbar." it secretly made him rather anxious, outside the joke, but this was a jest for the present.