Sea Lion Shores please don't tell

Not according to your original threat. His gaze hardened in turn. You declared hunting was prohibited - and now my mere presence is not allowed? A brow arched as he challenged her logic. Perhaps it was the salty air that warped their minds he guessed... the second harpie of the sea that seemed to rub him just the wrong way. You might want to choose your words more carefully. Unlike the obvious storm that brewed within her, he was as calm as one can be when faced with a mouth full of teeth just ready to pounce. The man peered at her through blackened lashes, fire and ice forever in a swirling dance within the almond optics of his. 

Unlike most men, Abaddon wasn't the type to fight. It was too dirty for him, too risky - and simply, unpleasant. Once he felt safe enough to walk away from here, he would... for now, turning his back on the woman felt like a fools' decision and chose to instead remain calm and see if he could talk his way out of it... even if it meant infuriating her further by pointing out the immediate fallacies he spotted within her logic. If he had to, maybe he could use the sand as a distraction to slip away.