[She actually comes to a halt on the stairway, watching his little performance. Once again she's struck by it-- not that she has any idea what he's referencing, but the way he can manage to change his voice and manner so completely.
It isn't magic, because there's no such thing as magic. But there's something there, something more than just a talent with voices. It's fascinating enough that she doesn't interrupt, though her nose does wrinkle at baby.]
If you've time enough to stand around acting like that, you haven't anything important to do.
[She resumes their trek up the stairs. Over her shoulder, almost as an afterthought:]
And that isn't the kind of man to whom I'm attracted. Come along.
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It isn't magic, because there's no such thing as magic. But there's something there, something more than just a talent with voices. It's fascinating enough that she doesn't interrupt, though her nose does wrinkle at baby.]
If you've time enough to stand around acting like that, you haven't anything important to do.
[She resumes their trek up the stairs. Over her shoulder, almost as an afterthought:]
And that isn't the kind of man to whom I'm attracted. Come along.