Re: The Promenade
His stare was simply met with the same grin, amused and flung wide. Oh she didn't expect any reaction other than that. It didn't matter that he didn't quite get her meaning, she probably wasn't going to stop. A girl had to get her kicks somewhere.
She merely tut-tutted in the face of his scowling. "Getting lost in that jungle translator again." She did, however, nod along as he pared down her words to their core meanings, roll her eyes as he completely ignored her request for something about him. She couldn't have much mystique but he could keep all his secrets close to the chest. Typical. "Are you sure you don't want to be avoiding me?" The woman was no snake herself, at least not then. But she felt a little dangerous sometimes, and she clamped her teeth down in a dramatic bite for emphasis.
He pounded his chest and she raised a hand, palm patting the firm muscles of his chest beside the thumping fist. "I'm going to have to take your word for it, big guy." Oh the boat smelled off all right, but she wasn't going to call it dead. Even if there was a high chance it was a literal ghost ship. "Let's hope the food's not alive." She shook her head as she continued to follow him down the steps, each step a soft thud of her heels. "You might be into killing for dinner but I'm hoping for something that doesn't move. If anything squawks at me, I'm not going after it with a fork and knife."