Doyle's trying to get through Bodie's personal Iron Curtain.
Tonight at Noon by Draycevixen
“Good is it?”
Bodie didn't even look up. “Very.”
“Then read me something.”
This time, the dark head rose slightly from the book but still didn't turn toward him. “Aren't you supposed to be watching the building?”
“I can look through the binoculars and listen to you at the same time.”
“Worried you won't be able to pronounce the big words correctly?”
Bodie finally turned to look at him, his face only partially illuminated by the small torch he was using to read his book. Doyle bit back the urge to cheer.