Elizabeth sighed and got up to make a drink.
“I really hate it when you speak like that, Sawyer.”
He leaned back in the chair and tried to seem casual even though he suspected Elizabeth knew he wasn’t feeling that way at all.
“What is your issue with the way I’m speaking?”
“You sound like your sister when you’re worried about things. She has this weird way of saying things sometimes that is not quite human, in a really unsettling way.”
Sawyer smiled - he had been around humans enough to know what Elizabeth meant, but it wasn’t a wolf thing; his sister was just a little formal at times because she had never really had friends her age and she didn’t use to make casual conversation at all.
“It wasn’t intentional. I just thought you would appreciate me speaking plainly rather than sugarc
