Ileus crunched the grape in his mouth and crossed his right leg over his left one and began shaking it from the ankle. He tilted his head, and smiled more as he picked up yet another red grape and crunched it, its juice falling on his lips. "What did you say again?" he asked, feigning that he couldn't quite clearly listen to Darla. He wanted to spend as much time as possible, irritate them as much as possible and then bargain—bargain to stay around his wife.
Darla rolled her eyes. She balled her fists and repeated her request in a voice laced with irritability, "Please unshackle her wings so that Mrs. Babette can take her measurements! We don't have all the time in the world for your antics, Ileus!"
