Duke got frustrated with the man, rolling his eyes and folding his arms. How hard could speaking be?! He groaned, pulling his lips into a pout.

Leatherhead in the meantime tried to interpret the gestures with darting eyes, a reader lost in another language. It reminded him of Perry's silent pantomiming, only less cohesive. But in the midst of all the motion, he understood one thing.

"You...you cannot speak..." boy he feels a little embarrassed now.