Arrow Lake white snake

Anselm deserved to be smacked, but the woman’s sense of humor was much better than his own — she took his jab gracefully. 

She bowed, concentric rings of water pulsing away from the movement of her body. Anselm watched as the surface rippled away. 

She was teasingly pleasant - a better man might have seen an opportunity to banter alongside her. Anselm was too sour to contemplate niceties. Not a show. He motioned the the dark water behind her. Vas looking for a meal. He made no bid to hide his offsetting demeanor.