C23 Is she not afraid of him?
He chuckled, causing her to frown. "Perhaps he hits his head," she muttered to herself. He chuckled again and gently held her chin, "My love, you talk a lot. Aren't you afraid of me?" he asked, raising an eyebrow. A faint smile lingered on his lips.
She pouted and nodded cutely, "I'm very scared, but I don't know why my mouth keeps running in front of you like a motor," she said