Tarl took that flask with a delicate snatch, he screwed the cap back on but grimaced, he was ticked off at Kari spilling his rum, the liquor cost him half a years wage and was a damn fine drink. He slid it back into his belt pouch, as he did, he caught sight of her chest, Kari had to juggle the twins in both arms as she took a drink and passed it back. The lights on his visor flicked red but back to blue in a split-second, he was aroused and tried to push the thought form mind, he had a gone a long time on the ship without attacking somebody, but this girl was pushing his buttons.<br/><br/>"No, they aren't warm,"<br/>"But why do you care? I'm just a slave being sold off this ship as soon as possible." Kari muttered.<br/><br/>Tarl kissed his teeth and started to move closer to Kari, he continued watching the slave as she moved into the corner like a dog, fearing its master. Tarl removed his black canvas gloves and threw them onto the ground, his hands were pale and cold, he came to Kari and placed the back of his hand on her cheek. Her skin was warm and inviting, smooth and calling to Tarl, he removed his hand and managed to close the gap between Kari and the corner, standing behind her he continued his examination.<br/><br/>"You know I am a dangerous man, sensitive and volatile as the Captain would say. If you're rude to me and don't open up... I can be a right twat if I want!"<br/><br/>With one mighty swing he smacked both ass-cheeks on Kari, leaving a red imprint and his hand warm from the force of impact, his visor switched to yellow and he started to grin...