"But you said--" Oh no, not the wings, not the wings, arrrrrgh! He whines again, unable to help himself this time "without limit..." he murmured, and hopefully made it clear to her that he pretty much takes everything literally.  Because not whining around her would be limiting the whining.<br/><br/>He's released and makes a quiet murmuring noise to himself; a disgruntled sound, even if it was still somehow melodious and bird-like.  Then she was off again, with her angry voice, telling him to be quiet in such a rude and uncouth fashion, but he does stop.<br/><br/>Oh, and then she wants an answer from him! The nerve. Really. First it's whine, then it's be quiet, now it's talk. She really needs to make up her mind, he thinks, but wisely, he avoids voicing his thoughts. "Yes." He says in answer to her question, as short as an answer could possibly be.  He just watches her, kind of half-expecting her to prompt him for more information, but more so, expecting another throttling for not giving her the relevant information right off the bat.<br/><br/>Somehow, he imagined, their was just no winning with this one. Which made him want to hide.