— .... "My coffin still rustles in the forest. He is a tree. He nurses nests."....

The master looked at you. His predatory gaze often stopped at the maids, but you were gifted with a completely different look.

— There is nothing funnier than naive human creativity.

He put the book down on his desk. The light in the room changed intermittently thanks to the candles.

— And what do you think, my beautiful human friend?