The mention of the semi-precious metal made Cian's brow furrow a little, and he nodded in silent appreciation of the comment.
"I'll save y' a seat," he replied, the call finishing.
He smiled to himself, tucking the phone back in his pocket and taking a quick look around all 360 degrees of water. With a few well-practised adjustments he quickly relocated to the fly bridge, checking he had full control again, then settled back in the seat. He preferred to be out in the open, with full vision of the water and area around him, unimpeded by the walls of the structure.
His mind wandered over the craziness of the afternoon, and a groan and laugh sounded as he recalled some of the things Rhiannon had heard, and tried to imagine how'd they sounded to the hunter without the forewarning of his text message. "And I really hope you're not into cactus," he murmured to himself with a wince. "That could be a deal-breaker!"
The houseboat continued on its path, its wake leaving a clear unbroken V in the barely ruffled surface of the water of the lake as the were continued to muse on the events that had taken place, and the woman he was looking forward to seeing again that night.