Parvati didn’t mean to sound arrogant but sometimes when she was in the middle of something like this she couldn’t help but slip into being someone that wasn’t always as nice or gentle as she was. There was no doubt she knew precisely what she was doing and she had no guilt over it.
“Tell me what you want.” He was the artist, the musician – she liked hearing his voice. She was curious to what he might have to say. He could have spoken meaningless babble and it still probably would have been doing something for her at this point. Her hand kept on moving finding a rhythm.