Denisov, with sparkling eyes and ruffled hair, sat at the clavichord striking chords with his short fingers, his legs thrown back and his eyes rolling as he sang, with his small, husky, but true voice, some verses called "Enchantress," which he had composed, and to which he was trying to fit music:
How does that work, Sofia? he challenged in a husky tone.
Her voice had lowered into a husky purr.
Deidre's heart flip-flopped at Gabriel's husky baritone.