"Owl Eagle," after a moment, Liam Yancey finally spoke, his voice deep, "What do you think of Young Madam?"
"Master..." Owl Eagle shouted in surprise, jerking his head up. He saw the man's deep, cold eyes, not understanding his meaning.
Liam Yancey curved his lips in a smile but it did not reach his eyes - it was rather more terrifying than his expressionless face. "You think Young Madam is good, don't you?"
"Master!?" Owl Eagle's eyes widened, a look of panic on his face, "I, I do not understand your meaning..."
"You understand!" Liam Yancey leaned on the sofa, his face still expressionless, but his voice was colder than before, his gaze sharp, "Owl Eagle, you're smart, you don't need further explanation, you know what I mean..."
He paused for a moment, his gaze sharper, piercing right through one's heart, "Owl Eagle, do you like Young Madam?"
"Master..." Owl Eagle gasped in shock, his face now showing not only panic but also a glimpse of fear.
