The two new customers carried on like there was nothing happening. When Carla tried, she found that the glasses they were wearing were nearly impenetrable to the naked eye. Even with her enhanced sight as a werewolf, there was nothing she could glean from the other side of the dark shades. 'I don't think I want to look them in the eye,' she averted her gaze.
Thankfully, they acted as though they hadn't noticed her staring.
"Don't listen to his drivel. My nephew tends to let his mouth get the better of him," the older man responded, nonchalantly.
"Your… um, nephew sounds like a delight. You can't get bored with him around," the woman responded nervously. For once, she wished her customers had made their orders to go or something that shortened their stay at the inn.
"Yes, he's one of the sharpest tools in the shed. I wouldn't call him a delight though," the man smirked, avoiding eye contact with the boy. 'Are they arguing?'