Cerulean Cape No Reason Letting Her Live

Sexy. Sec-see? Sex-sea?

The word threw the foreign man for a moment as he tried to sort out what the word meant, the jumble of common tongue clunky and confusing. It was not a threat, he assumed, not with the way the male waved his tail or the way he pranced through the sand. And though it was the one word that stood out to him, the whole of what the male had spoken to him was lost, as if it was a lone ship out at sea.

What this sec see drengr speak of? He asked, reclining his head back to view the other. Tail brushed the sand lazily once, though stilled again as he awaited an answer.