Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

And then, she got her way. As always, the shadow thought triumphantly, another purr-like noise slipping from her in response to the action. She moved to rub her head against his neck affectionately-- though it wasn't visible to her companion, her expression was perfectly smug. If she knew how to get to Engel's heart, well, he knew how to get to the hole in her chest where there should have been one.
The feeling sat comfortably in her; when her pet was around, she was adored and obeyed, and she was pleased by this. Not satisfied, for when was she ever truly satisfied? Tine would consume every part of him and still long for more. She looked forward to every moment of it.
Perfect. She murmured, eyes half-closed. After a few beats she lifted her head, not breaking contact with Engel, to glance again at the ocean. Struck by a sudden urge to find something she could genuinely relate to him on, she spoke again: Do you like the ocean, Engel?