No, there was no scent of fear to the siren. Smoke lingering in her hair, maybe, and the faint mixture of alcohol and perfume that clung to her after a long night of working. But not fear. The only thing that she felt toward James was attraction, interest. A sense of familiarity that she couldn't feel with most of the other employees. They tended to look a little sideways at her kind, especially the humans, wondering if they would ever make the menu.
James was... Well, kindred at least, if not her own kind. He interested her. More than any offer of thanks, that interest was behind her bloody gift. "You know, when they just keep throwing themselves at you like that," Rhine shrugged, a little lingering satisfaction from the memory shining through. "He was right, though. The crawfish were really good."
The question of where they could flee to won him a soft laugh, the catch of her lower lip between her teeth while she considered. "Well, I'm a little biased toward islands, myself... Somewhere with white beaches and blue water? Ideally with a conveniently located shipping lane, or an adjacent tourist trap." Another casual perusal of his bare chest made the corner of her lips twist flirtatiously. "Then again, you could talk a girl into anything, I'm sure."