Stavanger Bay war will nourish itself

The pallid woman went on to claim that his figure was scrawny, and the titan turned his head and craned it downward to inspect his own boxed chest and the twinge in the muscles of his neck as he did so. Yes, he knew how cutthroat Leokadia was with her words, but he did not back down from the verbal battle that she had initiated. With a cheeky little smirk, the leviathan returned his gaze to her circling figure and chuckled quietly – the noise resonated inside of his chest and sounded through his parted muzzle. “Oh, little sister… you’re too cute,” he purred to her with a wicked lift of a single brow. “At least your beauty will grant you favor in the eyes of someone,” he remarked with an outlandishly yellow grin on his dark face.
 
The woman seemed to trek around him, but the titan was not bothered by it. Physically there was no match to his prowess, but he had always enjoyed the battle of wits that his sister had provided him. Were it not for the sharp-tongued woman, he would have dulled his mental senses long ago and would have found himself as dullard as Jagoda was. The pale woman was by far one of his favorite siblings, though he dared not show it in a group setting for fear of them pegging it as weakness. Still, Leo had been a light in the darkness that he had not seen in quite some time… and her quick wit and sharp mind had been missed.