A younger, more impulsive Carver would have completely exploded on her and run screaming for that one. The newer, more measured Carver managed to get away with a blank, hollow stare that slowly shifted into a cross between confusion and disgust.

See? That was why he knew better than to agree to anything he said.

"No thanks," he said flatly. "If I wanted to rut a sculpture--and I don't-- I could have just stayed in the Deep Roads."

He made a mental note not to let Isabela anywhere near his back end if he couldn't see that thing at all times.