Poseidon met Wrath’s look with a pretty batting of the eyes. Oh, this was going to be fun. He had a feeling that not only could he insult her by acting like a bastardly lamb, but perhaps they may be forced into having a civilized conversation. For some reason he just sensed that she was bound by something. If this were any other time she could gut him like the supposed fish he was.
“Well if we’re going towards smells, honey I was thinking you’d smell like Don’s Barbecue just across the street. ” Always with the damn fish smell. Weird thing was he honestly secretly hated a lot of fish products. It only caused him to give a slight annoyed arch of the brow, but he contained himself from grtting mad. The little Christian bunny fed off that sort of thing and if she could get fat she would be Weight Watchers worst nightmare. He almost broke out laughing thinking about a very fat little Wrath filleting a weight loss center. Yeah he already had quite a few drinks, or maybe he just thought this whole thing was amusing.
When Wrath stated she could go for some seafood he pointed down the aisle of booths. “Down the road is a Red Lobster. Killer crab legs.” He met her gaze and it really didn’t take mind reading to know what she was thinking about. He simply moved forward and folded his arms.
“You know, I’m thinking that my legs taste the best. If you do the whole leg, thigh and breast thing like you’re eating a chicken. Which seriously is sick. Is that like an in thing for some of you people? You woke up and decided mortal flesh was the new beef?”