The young woman's expression darkened further, chin down, gaze up. "Your promises, no meaning," she asserted, with a flash of white and maybe sharp teeth. "Your intentions and his, the same. Steal together, house together, sail together."<br/><br/>She took equal umbrage at being labeled<em>shy</em>. Her cool-colored glare flicked down to his outstretched offer of help, then back up to his handsome face and his guileless little smile. "And you have<em>never </em>seen what I am, before," she told him. That seemed like a fair guess as much as a boast; she hadn't missed his startlement at finding her transformed.<br/><br/>And then despite that vehemence, Aza dropped her hand into his and smoothly pulled herself to her feet. It<em>was </em>somewhat brisk above decks. And she was definitely nude. "So bring to me these clothes."