As soon as that lone brow rose, Aslan knew he hadn’t been as subtle as he hoped he had been. He touched his tongue to an eye tooth and looked over his shoulder.

Still just water behind him.

“I didn’t say that,” he said, conspiratorially.

Weighed his words too long, too carefully to not have something he was dancing around saying outright.

“Which one’s the prettier one?” he asked instead.

Were they putting something in the holy water?