The Floodlands I'm doing fine, trying to derail my one track mind

the tall woman approached, and something like a tease was on her mouth. colt got a better look at her then, red eyes flicking with interest over her own little scars, the slant of her pretty, cunning eyes. they were evenly matched as far as height but where she was well-formed, he was all bones and angles.
briggs, not one much for bathing either, found he was grateful that his foray from the river isle had cleaned the worst of the muck from his coat. "i don't much reckon my company is the kind yer after," he retorted, a glitter in his crimson stare that could have been amusement.
"but, guilty as charged," the rogue drawled on, watching as she shrunk her own figure, stepping closer with boldness. "an' what is it yew cain't resist?"
his yellow teeth glowed in a bawdy grin.