Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

The man of white doesn’t back down for her horrid challenge. He’s not frightened so easily — he fears only god after all. Though when his response is said and a thinly lit vale of disgust is shown in her perverse, blood red eyes his brows furrow in curiosity. 

Then her actual response comes and he’s not really too surprised by it. Yet he keeps quiet, the feeling that she’s not done insulting him taking over him. It doesn’t come though. Rather unexpectedly, she apologizes and he briefly wonders just exactly who he reminds her of for her to treat him as such. Or maybe she’s just that rude to everyone. 

Either way he doesn’t care because her despise for him seems to fade gradually and replaced with that same sinful aura she had moments prior. Hunting and Sinning is her answer to his earlier question. That second thing is very broad, too much room for the imagination. 

So he entertains her. His pretty blue eyes looking down to her and his smile persists. “And what exactly does sinning entail?” He has to ask, but he’s only slightly terrified of the answer she’s about to give him.