<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/dc/Arouj.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Arouj al-Qadir (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6401727#msg6401727)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> The Dirty Secret, Galley<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, Arabic<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Mary<br/></div><br/><br/>He put his thumb on her lower lip and pulled it down slightly, humming to himself as if evaluating some farm animal. “Hmm. Hah. Good. No wonder your mouth is sweet.” Arouj patted her cheek roughly and turned away. “They must have fed you well in Virginia Colony.” He crossed his legs and sat down on the edge of the pallet, pulling his boots off. It never felt right to wear boots on a ship. He tossed them beneath the window and likewise shed his tunic, hooking it on a nail above the head of the pallet.<br/><br/>Bare-chested, he studied Mary in the lamplight. “When was the last time you bathed? You would do well to consider it now while most of the crew is in town. I may rut with a filthy little cunt standing in the street, but I will not lie down with one.”<br/><br/>Lacing his fingers behind his head, he stretched out on the pallet with a feeling as close to contentment as he'd had in the past five years.<br/><br/>