Re: The Promenade
He looked over a muscled shoulder stained the color of new walnut by the jungle sun, and his wild beast's stare was utterly without comprehension. Safe to assume that the jungle man did not tease. When he was feeling amorous he might let everyone within ten miles know, and it was better to preserve everyone's eardrums if such could be avoided. Tarzan was fully capable of strutting his stuff and would happily do so at the slightest provocation.
"Tarzan not know any magic," he scowled, unhappy that she would so willfully point it out. He was having trouble with the words that weren't nouns, and he tended to just skip over anything she said he didn't find interesting. "Mermaid kill sailors," he said, to demonstrate his understanding as they strode down another set of stairs into the lower decks. "Snake bite and shed. Snakes very dangerous. Better to avoid or kill dead soon."
He rotated his tangled head like a wallowing creature in the shallows, then chose a direction based upon old lingering scents. "Boat smell dead," he announced. "Tarzan does not like dead things. Likes alive." He pounded one fist to his chest. Hard.