our sins are washed away
Saiden smiled disarmingly at Melita's question. "I know my way around a sword. A cutlass specifically." Cocking his head tot he side, he gestured at her. "How about you?" There was something almost eager about the question.
As she mentioned she could be chatty as well, he raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?" Crossing his arms, he shrugged. "You'll forgive me if I'm not a fan of chatting just to chat. I prefer to put my mouth to other uses" His eyes sparkled.
Then he smirked, the expression inviting and more than a bit self-satisfied. "However, if you ever hear any juicy rumors about treasures, I'd love to hear them." There was something conspiratorial about his tone, and he winked at her.
As she mentioned she could be chatty as well, he raised his eyebrows. "Is that so?" Crossing his arms, he shrugged. "You'll forgive me if I'm not a fan of chatting just to chat. I prefer to put my mouth to other uses" His eyes sparkled.
Then he smirked, the expression inviting and more than a bit self-satisfied. "However, if you ever hear any juicy rumors about treasures, I'd love to hear them." There was something conspiratorial about his tone, and he winked at her.
