Stavanger Bay And all I am is all I could not mention

she was right -- he was cheeky. and if she wasn't admonishing him, she was enabling him - murgash saw no reason to stow his roguishness, especially not since she hadn't gotten outwardly offended. yet.

she didn't kiss until the second date? prude! murgash eyed her carefully, deciding whether or not he should continue pursuing this conversation. like most basic boys, he was all about the gettin'. so far, lagertha had done nothing to dissuade him from being his normal, cheeky, creepy self.

he rested his muzzle water-level, watching her quietly as she spoke. the water rose to his cheeks and he quickly lifted his head as one wave threatened to overtake him. "it's de mange, boss." he admitted freely, not even remotely shameful to admit his state. "jus' scratchin' an itch, though oi'm itchy elsewhere, too." had he an eyebrow, he'd arch it suggestively -- good gods, how gross and creepy could he get?