Makeda, what do you think of David?
Sheba was silent for a few moments, seemingly pondering the question. Her ears flicked a little as she bit her lip- concentrating on what she wanted to say…or how she wanted to say it.
“He’s…” She began, unsure of what to really say. “Ahh, how should I put this…” She began to fidget a little, ears flattening against her head. “He’s…a good man, isn’t he?” Why is that a question?!
“No, no, let me rephrase that-!!” She let out a cough, clearing her throat. “David…is certainly a complex man, you know. But he’s a good man, if a little forward at times…” A pause, as a cheeky grin comes to her face.
“B~u~t…there’s nothing wrong with being upfront with your prices…A-ahem! I mean, ueh, desires!”
“..That’s certainly a trait…that I wish he had inherited from David…”