He doesn't answer for a long time and I think he either didn't hear me or doesn't want to. Then he says, "No."
"Seems odd that you have a desert wren in your possession at the same time as you captured another and forced her into a cage."
He stiffens against my back and I worry that I've offended him. Still, I'm not one to let uncomfortable truths die.
"Coincidence." The tone of his voice is a warning that I shouldn't push anymore.
Of course, I push. I roll over to face him and push up on my elbow. I'm halfway draped across him, my legs tangling with his. He's so big he takes up almost all of the cot.
"Do you intend to let her and the chicks go once they hatch?" I demand.
"Of course," he says, and the growl in his voice suggests I've offended him.