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He was content to trail her for a while, admiring her assets. Unfortunately for him, she realized she was being followed rather quickly and spun to face him, hoisting her flag and snarling. Ferahgo lifted both brows as he stilled his paws, the faintest smile of amusement creeping onto his dark lips.

She was a small, young thing, elegant in her craftsmanship unlike that other brute of a woman he had met. She was fine. "I'd kiss yer arse for a drop of rum," he answered. It had been too long since a mush of fermented fruits, berries and honey had graced his foul tongue.