<div class="floatright"><div align="center"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Noemi d'Volee, Human Eros Mage</em></span></div>(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120917051418/ideas/images/c/c0/Inspired_by_Luis_Royo.jpg)</div>Dalen could see disappointment reflected in Noemi's eyes but it wasn't anything sexually frustrated, like she was responding to the rejection of her advances. Rather it was a deeper, heartfelt thing, like he'd proven himself, in her eyes, to be less of a man then she'd thought him to be when he decided to lavish her with a torrent of words rather then any real action or flirtation even. Of /course/ she knew her offer was out of step with their situation and the more appropriate course of action it engendered, but having recently thumbed her nose at Death, propriaty and normalcy be damned.<br/><br/>Which seemed to be where Lilith was when she let her whips do the talking for her and despite herself, Noemi found herself drawn to the tactiturn dominatrix if only because she knew the value of action above pontificating. Noemi shot Lilith an apologetic smile and a look that offered up her full cooperation from here on out. Though there was a sparkle of something bemused in her eyes, as each of the three around her had dismissed her without bothering to consider that she'd only been a sometimes companion of Blackbeard's bed so had to serve other, very useful purposes aboard ship... And maybe their ignorance of her function merited some consideration.<br/><br/>Then Arafel proved himself capable of turning Comedy into Farce as he pretty much ran off dragging his tail behind himself, vowing all manner of revenge upon the woman who stripped him of his dignity with an expert lash of her whip. So, for the second time today,  Noemi was reduced to fits of laughter at his expense as he showed himself to be of so little consequence that even the sea would have none of him. She took a note from that and said naught to the pompous half elf, instead going to her chest so recently unearthed by the one who brought them back from the Void. She opened it and sighed... So many of her things were lost to her... And what hurt the most was her art supplies... And her paintings... But she'd figured they were still aboard the Queen Anne's Revenge so could be recovered... "Once his ships are ours, we can each chose one and go our separate ways... Or not, should that suit us... I, for one, hate the idea that Blackbeard stole all that I had along with my life," she said as she knelt by her now open chest surveying what was inside and what she had to work with.