Stavanger Bay Dancing In The Moonlight!

sandpiper looked back at him blankly, blinking somewhat slowly as if surprised by the sudden pirouette in the sand he executed. she inhaled deeply as if frustrated her cuisine of choice was being rudely objected -- was it really that much of a big thing to ask for?

she inspected her dull claws for a moment as if she was sad. she wasn't really, but the look engel had given her was enough for her to go off -- something about the "hooch-are-you-crazy" tilt of his brows suggested he might be easily manipulated. at the very least maybe she could earn herself dinner and a show.

"well, you said anything." she responded thickly, as if she were dumb dull girl incapable of realizing how preposterous her request was. "but i guess if you're not man enough for a shark, i could go for some urchin."