She began to speak again and he continued on with his pasta seeing that she was pretty much finished, and resolving to finish with part one, which was the dinner portion, as soon as possible. He swallowed the last of his noodles and felt the lump of food slide into his stomach and settle nicely there. He wiped his mouth and then drank more of the liquid before him before resting a hand against his stomach, patting it contentedly.
She mentioned that it might be strange to be surrounded by all of those birds and he nodded. “Definitely. It’s weird, their beady little eyes follow you everywhere, and half of them either don’t speak or have been charmed not to because they have lethal cries, so they just watch me as I go about my business and whatnot. It’s eerie.”
He stretched back, leaning backwards and reaching up to run his large hands through his hair before straightening up and shrugging. “I’m not sure what about birds my mother likes. Something about the poetry of them. She and Sidni read all these poems about birds and then stare at all of them. They’re bloody mad in my opinion.” He shrugged.
He smirked widely at her words, saying, “Isn’t it always? You should know that by now… darling.” He repeated her term just for the comedy of the effect. She continued on and he felt his smirk growing, a definite twinkle in his eyes as he regarded her. “I will not hide that fact, love. I think we’ve established that you are quite alluring.”
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