Naila al-Kimyai is the Demon's (head) wrote in repose,
Re: Log: Melody & Naila
"I have not," Naila replied with an easy warmth. It wasn't hard to fake, but his sister's face had always been more suited for a smile than his own. It didn't hurt that the woman before him was both skilled and useful, and that he had every intention of keeping her pleased so that she would continue her work for him.
There was a click on the floor as his feet moved him, neatly composed into her room. It always felt strange, yet as a woman, he would be allowed, permitted to see much more than he would have as a man.
"It's not, but you may guess as many times as you need to get it right before the move is made." Dark eyes followed her movement, but they offered no censure at the casualness. "I brought you samples of the voice I need." His own voice, though she would likely not know that. "I wanted to make sure you had plenty to work with." The more she had, the more accurate the voice would be, and that was the most important part. Fingers slowly uncurling around the USB stick, he held it out to her, the little black piece balanced on his palm.