Aslan didn’t bother to cover his groan of disappointment in himself.

“Sometimes, Nisa,” he started in a monotonous drone, “when a bird and a bee do things they’re not supposed to do together…”

He shrugged and glanced to the houses they were passing. Ugh, they had a few minutes yet of walking.

“She’s clever. Well-spoken.”

Hm. He should probably speak far less about things he liked, and the things about actual Nettie that Nisa might.

“Very … doting. Well-bred, knows how to handle herself in public.”