Sea Lion Shores i can not boast

He drank it all in: her teasing lashes, that coy look she appraised him with, and those siren steps with which she drew nearer. He supped greedily of the show she served him and never once, being either too dense or too brazen or both, considered that letting her fangs so near to his face was a bad idea. One of these days, as sure as the sun would rise, Raptor would meet his end at the teeth of a temptress.

"Hah! Why not, eh!" The pirate laughed. He winked and cocked his head with a cluck, supplying her with more innuendo — his preferred form of communication. "I always got a bone to share with a hungry lass." He leaned forward on his toes then. The burnt umber of his lascivious eyes, staring out from the gloom of his distinguishing masked, locked to the brighter gold of her own as he baited her with a daring flick of his tongue across the edge of her slender muzzle.