Cristiano hadn't even noticed the bump. He regarded the woman and bobbed in the ocean's water, wafting up and down with a flick of his tail to right himself in their conversation. "There is no work, interesting...It is a utopia?" A hand based over his jaw, which was growing stubble around the normal line of beard he seemed to keep. "Interests..." He liked the idea of not having to work for once...but at the same time wasn't so sure he could go that long. Have you ever taken an extended holiday and been bored by the end? That was Cristiano after about two weeks of vacation time...
"I was a guard of the palace until the war broke," he said through his thick accent. "I wonder what there is for me to do, now? Based on what you and the merls have told me, I can assume I'm the only one that's probably going to live here," a hand wave to the ocean. "At least...setting up something will take time. I wonder what I will do after!"