<i>Wisp narrowed her eyes at the... exceedingly strange appearance of the self-identified thief.  She wasn't entirely sure she believed that he was a thief... after all, what kind of cutpurse sneaks onto some sort of vessel and, in order to maintain his incognito status, starts hurling daggers into heavy wooden crates?  Yeesh, it would be a wonder if they didn't have seven of the birdmen upon them at any moment...<br/>
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The wise thing, to do, was free her hand and retreat, letting the brash fool take the fall... but Wisp wasn't always known for doing the intelligent thing.  Oh no... this shadow cuddling stranger had challenged her and attempted to assert his dominance over her, and no one was ever going to think himself her master again.<br/>
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Still... it wasn't time to act... not yet... first one had to placate, to remove the thrill of battle and conquest.  A fighting man was quick and ready, but victory had a way of making a man sluggish... get a man thinking about the victor's spoils, and he would forget to block a blow more often than not.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"Mrmmm... well, this is about the most ineffective greeting I think I've ever experienced..."</span><i>the woman purred, sitting up slightly and rolling her body over so she could get her ass under her.  The shift ended up twisting her arm awkwardly behind her back as it sat pinned against the wooden exterior of the crate, the rough angle forcing the woman's back to arch and push her breasts out against her leathers at obvious angles.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"So... let us review what it is we know..."</span><i>The woman moves her freehand before her and begins to count, raising fingers in the air before her.</i><span style="color: darkorange">"One.  You claim to be a thief... not a profession exactly known for their honesty or integrity.  Two, you claim not to be interested in restraining me, yet seem to be carrying enough rope to bind a small village... and not precisely seem uninterested in the effects of your work thus far...</span><i>Wisp smiles slyly and flexes her leg, letting the hem of her skirt roll upwards and flash even more of her thigh towards the man, the woman dropping her eyes shyly as he is briefly able to see all the way up the insides of her legs to the silky undergarments she wears.</i><br/><br/><span style="color: darkorange">"And three... you seem to think a person helpless when bound to a moveable object..."</span><br/><br/><i>With no more warning than that, the green-garbed rogue bounds to her feet, twisting her body to catch the crate between her free hand and the hand bound against it and continues spinning, up-ending the box and flinging its contents across the deck, all manner of confiscated weaponry raining down in the direction of this man who sought to look down at her with an aire of dominance!</i><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>