That answer satisfied me for a decade and a half.

In the silence, he sensed how little this answer satisfied her.

My answers about where I had gone didn't satisfy him, but he let it go.

He knew his answers had not satisfied the Cleveland connection.

I ask new questions because the old answers do not satisfy me.

The new people asked questions about me; my master's answers did not satisfy them.

She nodded but he knew his answer didn't satisfy her.

He asked and she answered, but somehow her answers didn't satisfy him.

But the answer didn't satisfy her the way it should have.

I don't know if this answer satisfied them any more than it did me.