He's a rather noisy boy even when saying nothing. His rushing blood, blooming close to the surface of his skin-- thud-thud-thudding heartbeats-- the beginning of sweat, although that tickles her nose more than her ears.

It piques her interest and her appetite. Paloma rocks forward and back, sighing almost imperceptibly, because how could she possibly feed on Henry Jekyll from here on in?

"Thesaurus will do you better."