is this a better size difference?

Wilder's expression blanks at her obvious statement. "Well o'course-," his lips clamp shut, eyes widen for a second. Where the hell were his manners? Okay, he might not actually have a lot of those. Some might consider him a bit... wild. Ha. "But no, I haven' unless you coun' big cats or bears," he comments, letting out a sigh as he leans back, legs sliding out from under him so he can sit a more relaxed position. Might as well get comfy if he was going to stick around, right?

It's her next words that have both his brows rising and his head canting. The who's a what now? Lord Oleander? That little healer boy? Wilder's brows are soon to come back down, furrowing even slightly as he catches her tone change to a sickly sweet sound that nearly sounded fake. Why was she acting like that all of a sudden?

"What you mean by Lord Oleander?" Wilder questions, unable to hold back his curiosity.

WILDER