Silenced by Lisa's hands, the young Veela's eyes moved about frantically. How else was she going to express herself if not with her voice? Enfolded tightly in Lisa's arms, she felt a troublesome kitten being held by it's master. A very amusing imagery...
"You sleept just as much as I did. It is time to wake up...I'm bored...unless you want me to find my own ways of amusing myself that aren't good."