His interest was drawn in by those foreign words.  Urudal’s voice sounded deeper when he spoke them, rougher… sexier.  Ilion caught his lower lip between his teeth and looked over to him when there was a small splash of water.  He was rewarded with the sight of a broad, muscular back.  Had he pushed Urudal too far already?  Or had the man figured out his little game?<br/><br/>Ilion moved deeper into the water until he could finally dive down.  He resurfaced directly behind the other man, barely resisting the urge to reach out and touch that solid back.  Instead, he swam around to look up at him.<br/><br/>“Oh, now you’re pouting,” he teased, sticking his own lower lip out.  “You’re not mad at me, are you?  I’ll make it up to you later.  I had a good stash of expensive liquor I swiped a couple of space stations ago.  It was in a secure hold and boxed for shipping, so it might’ve survived the crash.  We can have it with some of that delicious meat you hunt for us.”