Swiftcurrent Creek bad habits, schmad habits

Cutthroat could feel the heat of the Alpha’s stare upon him, as if her gaze was a tangible thing, like the hot, stinging kiss of a molten poker against his skin branding him for what he was: a pirate. Her mistrust was entirely warranted even though he thought it was a bit outlandish (even by his standards) that she thought he was lying about basically being of no real use to her. Fox hadn’t answered his questions — not really but her offered ‘hmph’ want answer enough for the inky Pirate. It told the Captive all that he thought he needed to know. Without a viable answer either way he assumed it meant that she would not risk her life for a traitor. He certainly, if the tables were flipped, knew he wouldn’t risk his life for an enemies’ bootlicker.

His attention had began to wander, doubloon colored eyes closing as he looked away from her, knowing that it was imprudent of him to stare at her, even if it was only because, like Bazi, he found Fox beautiful; but he was a rascal to the bone whether it was the Pirate portion of him or something he had been destined to be whether he had been raised a Pirate or not he didn’t know. He just was. Ears twitched towards the Creek’s Alpha earning the rise of his head as his eyes sought her once more in the dimness the den offered as she spoke. So, she wasn’t going to make him walk the plank? She wasn’t going to see to it that his life was ended in recompense for being useless to her plight to get Crossbones back to their ranks? How …odd. “You sound confident about that, lass,” The Pirate observed with an amused twitch of his lips. It was not a confidence that Captive shared with her, admittedly.

Her last words about him continuing to sleep in her den with her, and the according smile in his direction promptly disarmed the Pirate, weaponless, witless; unable to understand what exactly those words were supposed to mean. It would have been easy to assume that she meant to continue keeping an eye upon him but the lovely smile told him something differently. “To keep an eye on me?” He inquired of her.