Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

Menthe could sense the man's prickliness, and was careful not to upset him. On the other hand, this woman so clearly appeared to have control of him in this scenario -- so long as she stayed friendly. The river nymph had no plans of being anything but, so pleased to have finally met a woman in these wilds. Back home, Menthe was in constant competition with them for the affections of men too stupid to deserve their grace, but at this moment she had no desires to attempt to steal a man. No power could come of it here. 

I'll leave that to you, she returned with a girlish wink, her muzzle crinkling with amusement, But hello, Ace, it's a pleasure to meet you both. Close enough now that they could speak without raising their voices, Menthe turned her head to gaze around the lake. Say, where'd you even get one of these? she asked playfully, sparkling with mirth, The only men I've met in these wilds were half-mute, or spoke at a million miles a minute. It was truly disappointing.