Broken Boulder I Wash My Hands of This Weirdness

It'd taken no more than her arrival for a mischievous grin to plaster itself across the male's maw, a forewarning for what was to come. It did not strike her as odd, nor had it taken her off guard, for she'd been expecting nothing less. In most ways, Depp was the unpredictable sort. His behavior was eccentric and wild, making it difficult to read him accurately. At times, however, his intentions were made painfully clear. So much so, even, that a newborn could probably bear witness to the antics in his eyes, even if their own were still sealed shut. It was that readiness, the anticipation towards what was to hit her, that gave her the chance to strike back just as quickly, like a viper on the hunt. "I'm sure he's around here somewhere..." the woman began, drawling out her last word before her voice had faded away. "If he is, I sure hope they're pretty—ah, maybe some chrysanthemums? I could use a cluster of those." While she would never actually poison the man, the idea of slipping some of the flower into a meal of his was, without a doubt, tempting.

Sen had to fight off a scowl when children were brought up, the topic one that she was unsure of. No matter, she rolled with it, the corners of her maw twisting upwards as a smirk overtook her features. "I hope so." There came a pause, a chance for her words to sink in. If he wanted to play that game, then she would meet him head-on. "The seed has already been planted, so we're going to need to start thinking of names anyways." Of course, it was a lie. She'd yet to even go into heat for the season, making conception impossible, but she hoped her words might shock him just enough for that bit of information to slip by unnoticed. "After you left us alone, I just couldn't help myself. Did you see him? He was quite the suitor." Her tail moved about behind her, mimicking that of a cat who wished to play.

In truth, the Gorgon held no romantic interest in her supposed admirer. He was just another male that found her appearance appealing, it was no big deal. But she'd spotted something in Depp's eyes back when she'd been complimented, when she'd been speaking to Coeus. It was a look she'd recognized as jealousy, and was an emotion she wished to play around with. She'd taken to watching her companion after her words had reached their end because of such, waiting to see what emotions could be caught within his gaze. To Sen, it was merely a game, the potential consequences of her actions seeming like nothing more than a gentle swat to the wrist.