Koja bowed and made his compliments to Lula’s shiny feathers, the purity of her song, the pleasing way she kept her nest, and on and on, until finally the nightingale stopped him with a shrill chirp. “Next time, you may stop at ‘please.’ If you will only cease your talking, I will gladly go.”
Huh, I get why Alina kept comparing him to Nikolai
