Clay only sat there quietly. Listening to her words and putting together her story, though things that were falling in place were not what he expected. She was magical, very magical. She was something more than he ever could have hoped and maybe her worth was more than he had assumed in the first place? If she was a creature of the sea then how could he hold her captive. Clay was different than most men. He gave respect to the sea and it's creatures, for his entire life was devoted to the sea, Silence was what met his ear after she was done, only to be interrupted by the gentle crashing of water against the boat. He let the soft crashing of wave lull his eyes closed as his mind began to wander. What kind of woman lay next to him. She was innocent and stingy, but she seemed to seek freedom. He grunted in annoyance at where she had left him. Stuck and searching for answers with no questions asked. He could ask, she wouldn't answer, she would avoid it.<br/><br/>He bit his lip as his eyes opened. He glanced over at her and something in him just took over. An irritation as he looked upon her nervous face. Sitting up he reached over and grabbed her hips on eitherside.  Readily lifting her over onto his lap.  Using the shock of what just happened to land her just fought.  Her legs on either side his hands having an iron grip on her as he now looked. His gaze was unwavering as he did. "Tell me, little girl. So you know what you are then?" His voice a soft whisper. "Creatures of the sea only nor for their own, abd they only come to the will of another of their blood. So tell me girly, what have you been hiding from me?" His breath a hot citrus on her nose. Those green eyes peering at her as he waited for an answer. Though he wasn't sure he would get one. Instead he looked at her. Those smooth pink lips. He had certainly not had a woman in far too long and now that she had given him a peek at the truth he couldn't help but admire her a bit. Her body fit to his and he was beginning to see the appeal in her.<br/><br/>He just held her there, even if she fought his grip was firm. Not that he did anything else. Though she would feel the stir in his loins. The growing hardness that began. He wouldnt hide it,but he didnt act on it. His eyes shutting as again his mind began to wander. The things he could do... he groaned and let out a huff. "Come, tell me what you hide from me. You leave your stories so vague." He grumbled, unintentionally tugging her and causing her hips to slide against him. He inhaled sharply as his green eyes opened. That felt good, too good. His restraint was growing weak. His fingers grasped to her soft flesh that hid beneath beautiful fabric. He was horny, damn him for being a man.