Haithan took it in with a neutral, polite smile that never reached his eyes.<i>So that's where she got the money for a cold one</i>, he thought stepping in next to her. He kept her at merely a swords lenght. He was no highborne and neither was she, the<i><b>hituan</b></i>didn't apply to them.<br/><br/>He looked her over. Short hair, steady feet, strong sword arm. Thinking of it he would not have been surprised to see her on deck with a Bretonnian head clasped in her dreadfully ellegant claws. For a brief second he saw to his inner eye a small cabin with a simple bed, her undressed (even though he was clearly not aware what the rest of her body looked like) and him plummiting into her while she stood on all four, moaning and crying. It made his smile broaden just slightly more as he concluded that he had just aquired new masturbation material, would he ever feel lonesome on the road again. The fantasy was exquisite. He felt a bit of loss that she wasn't a highborne, as it to him, would have made it all the more satisfying. Of course, he was fully aware that trying anything like this, or even to approch her with the same bestiality as in his fantasy, would most likely end with one of them losing their head.<br/><br/>Her compliment bounced of him. It was just typicall manners, but then again, she might just have heard of that vessle. He looked at Bianka and the cold one for a split second. He didn't fancy the beast, even though he knew it could break any line of soldiers. It was big and meant to be mounted. He only mounted ships and women and he would keep it at that. The human was not dim? Well, some of them had a clever streak, no doubt.<br/>"Intelligent? I hope you're not playing with your food", he joked. It was ironic as he himself had not tasted human flesh for almost twelve years and had himself learned that humans worked very well for more than bloodsport, food and heavy labour. Of course, his joke was also a bar. He would find out just where she had put it for this human. Was she a dependant retainer? A lover? He surpressed a chuckle. Or maybe just the only person whom she could manage logic dialogue with.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>