"Why in the hell would I do that?" he demanded, pulling his head back the other way and making a spitting sound. Ravens could not actually spit, of course, but Matthew was an astoundingly accurate mimic and he could make the noise of someone hawking up a thick one very well.
He ticked his head a bit then, so that one very round, very large brown eye peered up at her in that sharp way that only birds can manage. "You in the business of trying to make people sick?"