Ankyra Sound What even is my life, lol

Kjalarr rolled his eyes, theatrically so she might get the full effect of his annoyance. He wasn't fazed by her insult — not really. If he had been she'd have known it because Kjalarr was a vain beast and didn't take too kindly to having his vanity (and pride, at that) shattered as it was when he took things personally. Somewhere along the line, he'd stopped taking everything Maude said so personal, but that seemed to make everything strange and awkward. “Ok,” The viking huffed. “that was a bit of a stretch, I'll admit.” Vikings weren't gentleman. They were raiders and there was no room for finesse in that sort of family business.

She ordered him about, using the words “your lady” (as to which did not escape the cheeky viking's notice, ehem) and he grinned devilishly at her as she plopped down imitating royalty. “Careful Maude,” Kjalarr purred at her, his grin tooth exposing. “Only Caiaphas can tell me what to do.” He warned her playfully and then he sobered up with a heavy sigh. “Does it have to be fish?” He complained audibly, peering down at the tide pools, littered with sea critters waiting for the high tide to come back in and sweep them back to the ocean.