Stavanger Bay Your cruelty, and your neglect?

She grins horribly at his words and he mirrors her, though not an strenuously. It’s a soft one, but he reflects her more on the inside side than she thinks. So he listens to her as she speaks right beside him. Her accent thick and unwavering with righteousness as she explains to him her time in these lands — much longer than his for sure. He’s enraptured by her and he even turns slightly to look at her. 

Oh no. What has he gotten himself into. He thinks as he listens, horribly obsessed with her ideals. He wants to take them and run with it. An opportunity awaits and it’s too good to ignore. So he doesn’t.

“I see.” He says quietly. “So you want to be changed. You want the eyes of God.” Then as if on cue he turns so that she has a complete view of his face. Both of his shimmering baby blues gazing into her own, unwavering in his next words. “I have the eyes of God, his sole attention is on me. I can shine light onto you. He’ll notice, he always notices.” He smirks. “I’ll change you.” Then he looks away, smile still on his handsome face. “God will shine his light on you. Do you think you can change me?” He asks then.