<strong>"Ouch, you wound me in my cock, my pride!"</strong>The young man made a theatrical gesture of grasping his dick in one hand and running his fingers through his hair with the other. He had pat his hands on his thighs fast before doing that, to shake sand off of them for most part, but it was still a stupid thing to do and the shortly following shake of his head and cussing made it clear some of the sand had made its way on his head and tickled him after all.<br/><br/><strong>"Hmmh. Well, I suppose I shouldn't have expected any different but a man has to appreciate sexy beauty even if he cannot partake in her pleasures. To do otherwise would be to deny one's own nature."</strong>Dalen said this with a solemn air, seeming to believe in what he said, even if he flashed her a grin right after.<strong>"As for what she has to say, now I am no witch and can't foresee things, but it sounds like even if she has her limits, she is far closer to knowing what to expect than we are. So listen, or don't, but I'm going to when I got my gear to wear, until then, I'm stuck here digging and watching your bosom's sway. Awfully distracting that last one, by the way."</strong><br/><br/>He figured on the ship's deck, that remark could have cost him dearly, but here, without a whip... it might still cost him dearly, but he figured she'd be loathe to waste too much energy on 'discipline' over a few words when she had her own gear to dig up still and they all had a lot of figuring out to do still as well.<br/><br/>A brief look back towards Noemi and the others had him almost trip over his own hands, an uncharacteristic bit of clumsiness that would have been, at noticing how close she appeared to be to the drow. Unexpected, that little shift, and he had missed part of it. Silently grumbling about the need to get ready, he returned his eyes to his task though, annoyed because it seemed something amusing was going on and he was going to miss it. Ah well, maybe later.