pure sweet violent hearts

"Only the pretty ones," he retorted quickly, without thinking. The goofy grin on his face faltered after a moment, and in that span of time he watched the water drip off of her pelt; then, realizing how that sounded, he suddenly backtracked. "I mean, mostly my sisters'n cousins," because that was the truth. It had been his job - along with his littermate brothers - to guard his younger siblings and family. He was talking about watching puppies, not... Anything lewd. But his correction only made it sound worse. "Ack, I didn't mean it like tha'," Oh, bother, now his accent was coming out to play.

The man licked his lips (ducking his face away from her figure as he did so, because even that action felt terribly inappropriate) and shifted around with hasty steps, facing away from her as if he had caught her doing something far worse. Really, Riordan was incredibly surprised at himself - and embarrassed - so he couldn't fathom looking at her, or maybe making the situation worse. "I thought you were a fish, but then ya weren't, and then I thought ya was a ghost," but clearly she was a physical thing, a living, breathing, dripping thing. "I'm sorry fer disturbin' yeh."