[Oh, he sees that, notices that slip, watches her like a predator--like a lion does a wounded gazelle on the Serengeti, the only difference is that he was the one who had wounded her, and that just made this all the more enticing.]

...I think I do know what I'm talkin' about. [There's a smoothness to his voice, something that would normally bring comfort, but it was definitely laced in fine venom, flicks of it at the edge of each word, his eyes fixated on her, maliciousness within their yellow and black depths.]

You know I do too, don't ewen try to play pretend, cowerin' your ears and pretendin' I didn't say it, didn't say the fuckin' truth, ain't gonna sawe you from it, Seer.