How could she sleep when faced with imminent danger? What an enigma. And those curious eyes—the way she looked at me. It vexed me. No one had actively stuck their fingers in my mouth to inspect me like some kind of test subject before. A small part of me wanted her to keep going, to explore me like I wanted to explore her. To show her everything she wanted. Would she cower in fear the more I exposed to her? Or would showing more of my creature habits excite her?
