“You are totally pouting.  Don’t deny it,” he countered.  Yes, he’d been caught, and yet Urudal didn’t seem upset with him over it.  He’d expected some sort of anger, rage, accusations.  Instead, the man had calmed himself and put whatever naughty things that had been brought to mind down in an instant.  Or at least he covered it pretty well.<br/><br/>“I just wanted to gauge your reaction.  You’re not exactly what I expected of the great, merciless bounty hunter I’d heard about.  You’re like the boogeyman for criminals in space, but ever since we crashed here you remind me more like a big dog or something.  Dangerous, but kind of playful and cuddly?”  He laughed at that.  How often had Urudal been called cuddly to his face?  Ilion shook his head and drifted back into the deeper water.  “I’m still trying to figure you out.  That’s all.”  He smiled, the expression tinted with a sort of slyness.  “And I was curious.”  He moved farther out still, well out of reach.  “To see if you’re as impressive everywhere.”