Hooked on A Feeling

He chuckled, licking his gums hungrily as he dug into the soft flesh of the fish, tail wagging happily. It seemed as though they had run out of things to talk about. What was left? "who taught you how to fish?" he asked, fumbling for conversation. He wanted her to stay, wanted to be around her, wanted to know everything about her, everything he possibly could, right down to the smallest detail. "I can't say I'm particularly skilled at anything, at least not as much as you, that's for sure. Maybe I can treat you to a rabbit or a pheasant sometime." He grinned, chewing through the small fragile bones of the fish.
"Speech"
'thoughts'