Neverwinter Forest said he was a sailing man

The other male repeated the word as if he'd never heard it before. This impression was further cemented when he spoke next of truth or lies.

Expertly, the bounty hunter feigned patience while faulty reasoning was outlined to him. A twitch of his eye was his only tell. That and, perhaps, the way that he stood so very still, unable to articulate a response lest he lose the thin veneer of gentle acceptance. Flash-in-the-pan anger seared red behind his eyes as he fully processed the carelessness of the response.

It was already fading by the time the male took his leave, but the bounty hunter's head still jerked toward the strange male's flicking tail. He was too well disciplined to bite it, but the urge pooled excess saliva behind his aching teeth.

"What is your name?" Catamaran called after him, finally shaking himself out of his self-imposed stupor.