<br/><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/4/4e/SaerraChristoph.jpg)<br/><strong>Name:</strong> Christoph le Croix (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=141932.msg6381987#msg6381987)<br/><strong>Location:</strong> Port Diablo -The harbour - Just before the Dirty Secret.<br/><strong>Languages:</strong> English, French<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong> Lucas.</div><br/><strong>”Oh, I’ll offer you a bed, alright...,”</strong>he said so quietly it would be doubtful if Lucas could have heard him, and didn’t stop moving for a moment. He ignored the rest of the whore’s words; they didn’t mean anything asides from being idle conversation. Not that he stopped Lucas from talking, though, if he wanted to chat, he could.<br/><br/>They found the Dirty Secret easily enough. Chris had been informed well about its appearance and had no trouble recognizing it, even in the deepening dark. Briefly, he wondered when it would set sail, then decided it would probably set sail as soon as possible, which would be the morning tide.<br/>Good.<br/>It would be splendid to have a little something on board to keep from utter boredom. Lucas would have to prove himself able, but he could always dissect the pretty thing if he wasn’t able to keep Chris’ thoughts from wandering during time on sea.<br/><br/><em>"You... On a ship?"</em><br/>He ignored the inclination, but replied to it any way.<br/><strong>”Me. On a ship. Indeed.”</strong><br/>Now, he did stop, and turned to look at the boy.<strong>”Do not tell me you have problems to be fucked in a cabin, boy. Honestly, I would think a whore to be less trouble..”</strong><br/>His tone had darkened somewhat as he spoke, his gaze pulling from Lucas as if he was looking for another whore to hire for the night.