My, my, she's a saucy one,
Abmesh thought as he gazed up at her with starry eyes and increasing admiration.
A frog of that size is... more trouble than it’s worth."
Abmesh chuckled. "Madam, you don't know the half of it. You have no idea how many times I've gone off on an aimless, fly-hunting wander, only to end up asking myself where the devil I am. I suspect that now is one of those occasions, though I can't be too certain of that."
The inspiring and baleful woman before him then asked him a rather more difficult question. What was he?
The disembodied head wrung his lips and furrowed his brow as he mulled it over. "I'm not exactly sure, truth be told. I understood from an early age that I was different from the other children. Of course, I couldn't quite put my finger on it, seeing as I had none. These days, I like to think of myself as an inventor of sorts. They say I have a head for it."
He cocked himself to the side before adding, "You know, your hair positively thrums with silvery harmony, as though it were shaking from it the unworthy celestial heavendust that has clung to it for so long, perhaps in hopes of shining all the brighter. Saku... a lovely name, it is. And what, if you don't mind my asking, does such a lovely lady, with such a lovely name, fill her time with? Something terribly exciting, no doubt."
A lingering air of menace did, indeed, rest in the corners of Abmesh's mind, but he could not keep his mind clear of infatuation for long enough to attribute it to the woman before him. Indeed, if anything, he was more likely to attribute it to the cat, and would undoubtedly have bounced awkwardly to the woman's defense if he suspected he saw a claw raised in malevolence against her.