Ocean's Breath Plateau seized from the depths

Eventually the sharpness of their parted tussling dwindled, though he kept his guard up until all her actions hit a point of cessation. His hackles eased as he mirrored her lolling tongue, as his composure came back quickly for show. A quirked brow met her first line as his gaze wandered the length of her uncovered frame—he'd remember her name for its length compared to his own.

"And here I thought I had your attention long before that," he rejoined knavishly, a toothy smile as riposte. "But you can call me Dirge." For first impressions, this certainly was quite the change of pace, but definitely not unwelcome. He could appreciate the decisiveness in her actions, among other things lent to her. The cogs turned away in his head then, negotiating between head and heart and of all the things men in their prime were wont to wonder.

Vaguely, he raised the stakes of their chance meeting, and cut to the quick: "If I may be so bold to make a proposal, would such a lady as yourself care to join me in a venture? It would be worth your while."