"That's convenient," he muttered as he watched her float up. It had seemed like a valid question to him, given this was Vallo, and full of magical possibilities. "Right, the cow," he nodded and looked around the stage, trying to ignore the fact he was starting to feel nervous. Maybe it wouldn't have been so bad if it were someone else, but hopefully, he'd get over it. "Emotion, okay, I can do that."
Dean cleared his throat and held the book out a little, his gaze still fixated on the script. "My darling. I did not recognize you..." this time he delivered his lines with a little more emotion, but his words didn't flow together, everything coming out a little staccato.