[quote="Wave Resistance"]<div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/a3e78b33-5cae-43cf-bca0-7bdc0488116b_zpskyozpugo.jpg">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/><div style="text-align: center;"><a class="postlink" href="http://i42.photobucket.com/albums/e327/steusloffa/Junk/cooltext117506316786206_zpsnqy2zyuh.png">[ img ]</a></div><br/><br/>Orca remained at the table, his tail snaking around the feet of his chair as Paislee spoke. "Yes, I know you are aware of how we humans see you, but any person who wished to spare themselves from a departing soul would be rightly intimidated of a long abused slave with a history of killing his masters--and even if your history wasn't known, your scars tell a story of their own. Do you truly expect to be viewed in any other way when neither side has been given a chance to prove otherwise?" She asked as she pushed the rest of her food away, offering it to Orca with a slight tilt of her head. The young creature didn't need to be asked twice, and took the Paislee's plate before setting it on top of his own empty plate. As Orca ate her leftovers, he silently agreed with what she said for the most part. "Look, Orca, perhaps I should be more transparent with you. When I said I procure items, I mean I steal them--I steal them from New Bastiel and have for years for a variety of reasons. Bringing you along, while it would be great should I run into combat, would be terrible in trying to conceal myself. Last night was the first time in months that I had been attacked, and I was attacked by crawlers. This doesn't happen often and it is not something to worry about," she tried to explain.<br/><br/>Her words nearly made the large creature choke on the mouthful of bacon he was devouring. With a gulp, the creature debated if he should be angry with the human for not telling him sooner. She stood then, pouring some coffee into a cup that was neither hers nor Orca's, leaving it on the counter. Her steaming, black memorial for her husband. She then turned, putting one hand on the counter and the other on her hip, "I will compromise--if you can withhold the temper you have when I take you out during the day, then I will start to bring you out on my nightly exertions, assuming my chosen occupation does not offend your senses."<br/><br/>Orca remained silent for the next couple of minuets, chewing his food before chasing it down with his cup of the bitter black liquid. her actions had always seemed a bit strange to the creature, though setting an extra cup of the bitter liquid out seemed to confirm what the creature had already guess. "Excuse this one for prying, but the man in the pictures... That human, he isn't among the living anymore, is he?" Orca asked in a hushed tone. He could see the woman didn't really wish to speak about the man in detail, though whatever she said seemed to be enough for the creature, causing him to change the subject. "Anyways, about what you told this one about withholding his temper. This one will do his best to obey, but can only guarantee that he will not do such things while being unprovoked. If the human were to be in danger... This one will likely act. To much rests on the humans shoulders as of now for this one to just leave her existence to chance. This one hopes that you will understand." Orca stated, finishing off the last of the food before glancing up into Paislee's gaze, still wearing the makeshift towel-skirt that he had fashioned the night before.