A very faint stink could be detected from Zhi's proximity. It was mostly composed of fish. Fish with a hint of rot. She giggled. "Ye want a pet, dovey?" Her voice had gone soft. She matched him stare for stare. "I'd make a real bad pet." She lifted her free hand and would attempt to drive her pointer finger into his chest. The pressure she exerted would be light, but definitely present. "Now, I ain't real sure what ye think I'd be able t'do fer ye wi'all that confidence ye got puffin' up yer chest, but I'm sure it ain't worth all that."
She lowered her voice even more. "Cuz that sounds like grounds fer indenturin', dove, an' that ain't what I do."
She lowered her voice even more. "Cuz that sounds like grounds fer indenturin', dove, an' that ain't what I do."
