Stavanger Bay atop sins towered heaven high for me

Erzulie was looking like she matched well with their crew, now that Rosalyn was finding out why she'd decided to sign on.  And when the direct question was a hell of a lot moreso than she expected, her surprise likely showed, though a slow grin grew at the connotation.

"Aye, many a time." Probably moreso than the other, due to the nature of it. "I can't say if I prefer it but it tends to be-". She wanted to say simpler, but despite the lessened concerns, the experience wasn't one she would ever deem simple.  "It is its own," she finally finished.

Then she glanced at Erzulie, and knowing she would break her own self-imposed guide, her gaze gathered a bit more intent.  "Is that an invitation?"  If it was not, that was fine; the woman had the right to choose her partners no matter her desired role here, and Rosalyn likely shouldn't regardless.  But this was different; a physical encounter with Erzulie would not bear the consequences those with another might, nor the desired strings of debt.  

Besides that - it had been a long time.