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Quick to reply in turn, giving her name as he did with his. Molten eyes soften, the irritation had past for now and he returned to a more, relaxed state. In an action based on faith - faith in his own ability to defend if she were to attack, and faith that she was not stupid enough to engage - the man lowered himself back into the warm water, engulphing himself in the embrace of the pool once more, his back semi-turned to her. 

I am what you see. A simple answer. A nobody. Within the recess of his mind, he continued with a for now, determined to make a name for himself in these virgin lands he had yet to mark. What I am is perhaps the right question. A smirk crawled across his mug, head turning just enough to see the woman again. What, do you think am I?