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Wwell, a course you're wwelcome to a feww moments if you're lookin to thank me in a more thorough wway.
Or wwhatevver you wwant to do.
I don't happen to havve anythin pressin on my time at the moment.

Was That An Attempt At An Insinuation.
I Suppose That You Are Not Without Your Own Brand Of Charm.
Thanking You In A More Personal Setting Would Not Be Disagreeable.

It wwasn't any kind a insinuation.
I only meant to try to guess wwhat you wwanted.
But I'm flattered you find me charmin.
There's a restaurant I like, wwhich servves the best seafood in the bubble.
Wwill you meet me there?

I Will.
Might I Have The Name So I Can Find It?

[And he'll give you the name, and directions, too! And by the time she arrives, he'll already be there, waiting at a table with a bottle of wine ordered and the menu open in front of him.

He rises and takes her hand as she approaches, kissing it]

I hope the table is to your liking. Havve you had seafood before?

[She's not sure why she agreed, but he's yet to show himself as the ruthless character she recalls from her life as his prisoner. Time here had changed him, truly, it seemed, and perhaps she would see more of it by obliging him in his request.

So, when she meets him, she's taken some time in making herself presentable, and the kiss to her hand is met with a demure smile, followed by a chuckle.]

It would be a strange thing if I had not, do you not think? Though the meals I recall were taken from the sea, I am not sure they could be categorised as 'food'. This promises to be an interesting experience.

[Well, if he still had a ship and hundreds of crew and slaves at his beck and call, she would probably see that ruthlessness, but time as Signless' moirail has softened him, and he's learned to toe a different line.

He smiles and re-seats himself]

Wwell, the meals here are definitely food. Wwhat kind a things you might a eaten from the sea wwhich wweren't food, I can't imagine.

[She sits, brushing a crease out of her skirts, then picks up a menu. Her nose wrinkles as she smiles, eyes twinkling.]

I would not like to spoil your appetite by regaling you with such tales. What would you recommend?

[She is beautiful, especially now that she's recovering from her slavery. He smiles in return, enjoying the sight of her.]

Land glubbers just don't knoww howw to eat fish properly. Wwell... There's a good salmon, wwith grains an a sort a potato crust. It's easy for first-timers, an tasty. It'll go wwell wwith the wwine, too. Wwould you like a glass?

[He lifts the bottle and offers it to her]

[No doubt it will take a while for the nights of poor sleep, waking with the sound of the sea in her ears to fade, but yes, she is recovering. There's more of a glow to her now, a comfortable ease that has come from being around those she loves.]

Well, it would be poor judgement of me to refuse the recommendation of a seadweller when it comes to fish.

[She nods, then, and indicates her glass with a small gesture.]

Only a little. It is not something that I am used to.

A course. Just a little. [He pours her half a glass, and a bit more for himself. Of course, he's used to wine, and bigger than her besides]

So tell me, wwhy did you wwish to meet wwith me? Other than my charmin' personality a course.

[The wine is lightly sipped, and she makes a pleased sound at the taste, before setting the glass down and running one fingertip around the rim.]

Truly? Curiosity. I did not understand the purpose of the gift at first, until a little investigation informed me of the human holiday that fell on that day. Although, it was the note which drew my notice more. I had never expected an apology from you.

[He takes a drink as well, his fins lifting with contentment. His eyebrows rise at her words and he shrugs] The holiday just gavve me an excuse, really. I knoww it's supposed to be a time to showw appreciation to the ones close to you, an I thought...wwhat better time to showw that things are different here than they wwere before. Since I wwas makin' the chocolate an sendin it out to my quadrants anywway, it wwas a good opportunity to do somethin' else I wwanted to do.

[Oh dear, she can't help but watch how his fins move like that. She curls one finger over her lips to hide her smile.]

I see. For what it may be worth to you, then, your apology is wholeheartedly accepted.

[Something about rebels and being fascinated by his fins. He smiles again, setting down his cup, and his fins fan out even more with pleasure]

It's wworth a lot, actually. I wwouldn't a apologized if I didn't mean it.

[Really, she can't help but find seadweller biology fascinating. How his fins fan out further only spurs her amusement.]

Somehow, I did not think so. It is appreciated, though I did not expect remorse for something that was an accepted part of our culture. I will of course offer my own apology for any grievance that I may have caused. I know I have not been the most accommodating, particularly when it comes to matters concerning Signless.

[She should try touching them.

He waves a hand dismissively]

Considerin' wwhat I did to you, nothin' you'vve done has been of any kind a importance. Actually, I wwouldn't a been surprised to see you far more hostile, but you'vve been all but swweet since you arrivved.

Anywway, I wwouldn't say I'm remorseful, exactly. You're right that it's accepted an it's wwhat I wwas meant to do. I can't be blamed for that. But all that bein' said, I don't properly feel it's right, noww, so that's wwhat I meant by the apology.

[Maybe she will. Maybe he should offer. But not right now.]

I may have been more hostile had you not caught me so utterly off guard upon my arrival here. I had certainly expected the same from you, and you have even been what I might call patient.

[She smiles, tilting her head to one side.]

I think that it is a decided improvement.

[Maybe he will, when it's the right time. He takes another sip of his wine. Talking to her is so nice. He never would have thought to talk to her when she was a slave]

I can be vvery patient wwhen it suits me. An wwhen there's no need to be impatient.

[She laughs, and the humour strikes her so off-guard that it bubbles up as a warm-sounding giggle. Her eyes drop to the glass in front of her, and she shakes her head.]

There is a different pace to things here, is there not? Impatience seems to be a thing which is unnecessary.. most of the time.

That's for sure. [He flashes shark's teeth in a genuine grin] Other than the curses, wwhich are pretty predictable in their timin', nothin' all that exciting happens. Except all a the normal kind a fightin that happens wwith trolls, a course. There's no need to get all angry all a the time.

It must be strange for you. [Resting her chin against her hand, she taps her fingertips gently along the line of her jaw.] Highbloods are not known for their level tempers.

No, wwe're not. [He lets his finger run around the rim of his wineglass, thoughtful] But I'vve prided myself on my control. I nevver had a moirail until Signless. Nevver thought a needin' one, either. I'vve since learned a his vvalue, but I did my best to control my temper before I evver met him.

[She's never had one, herself, though some trolls have come close. In the end, it was always her duty to raising Signless that stopped her from being truly able to focus on her quadrants. Though, her usual nature is so placid that she has never needed one for herself.]

With much success? [She's gently teasing him as she asks that, watching his finger move around the rim of his glass.] He has been good for you, I think, though I could not have predicted the match.

[He ducks his head slightly, his fins flaring with pleasure and discomfort at once]

I nevver wwould a thought it, either. But I credit Signless for it, really. He puts up wwith me, and he is good to me, alwways. His patience convvinced me to givve him the chance.

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