Ankyra Sound What even is my life, lol

Maude was not courteous about shaking her coat out, and he was pelted with flying droplets of sea water as he was close and she was obviously being pointed about it. If it was meant to discourage Kjalarr's cheek it hadn't worked but he suspected that Maude knew that, or at the very least had to suspect it. He'd been born near the ocean — vikings were sea faring wolves, typically settling close to the shore or bay's or something with access to water. At least, his father had and had also been born close by the sea and that was good enough for Kjalarr to set a basis for his culture. Her gaze was intense as it zeroed in on him and Kjalarr merely grinned at her. No doubt her gaze was sharp enough to bring a man to his knees ...but Kjalarr wasn't that type of man.

Her low growl had went ignored and Kjalarr sneered down at her when Maude closed the distance between them, agreeing that they fell for him but then gave him a nice jab about him supposedly being so ugly that they all passed out. “Mmm, well I've heard no complaints so far,” He rolled along with it and offered with a lofty shrug of his broad shoulders. “well besides yours but since you seem to be of an unpopular opinion I'm going to ignore it.” He added cheerfully, blinking slowly as she snorted water in his face, and after she jumped away told him that he owed her lunch and added something that Kjalarr thought was supposed to be an insult.

“Hmm,” He drew, teasingly. “I mean I guess I have some gentlemanly duty to get a lady a lunch,” It probably was true considering he was the reason her hunt had failed. He almost told her to scrounge something up from one of the caches but didn't because that seemed rude and he was beginning to feel bad for causing her to not get her lunch.