Stavanger Bay Get you all alone

She raised an eyebrow at this lad, who had stopped his madness in an apology. She could see he calmed down, away from the moment early on, and more of a wolf with a mind, then of a madman. Though could never be sure, she was quite tempted to take him, that Norsamu stepped forward, eyes locked onto the fellow, like he was prey.

Though Saucy didn't seem to care to do the same, and wished to wash the red off of her lion pelt. The pirate couldn't help admit it did stank, but the smell was familiar, and nostalgic, the familiar love of blood and sweat, that she adored it so. The rage of fighting and injuries, and the taste of them between one maws, she was more then delighted to start something, and her blood boiled to do so. She gave a nod, with a smile despite the crazed thought, a-okay with the other stepping away for a bath. Not all would like the tainted crimson from someone who drunk too much sea water.

Thoouughh, "Aye, lad, what we gonna do with ya now?" To kill or not to kill, is the question at hand. Might as well have fun with this as the rest would step away, and not be around, probably. Out of sight, out of mind.