Neverwinter Forest [m] Thalassic

It was impossible to name the emotion that swept over him when Seastorm spoke of his taste. He only knew that he didn't like, and that he wanted to be the next one to taste the other man. And, while this bloodthirstiness was nothing new to him, it had never felt quite so... personal before now.

He had nothing to gain from starting a fight with Luhtar. Therefore, he would not be doing so.

But he wanted to. That was new. It was a problem.

He'd been blind to the forest for a long minute. Now his coral gaze re-focused on Seastorm's violent game. She no longer seemed interested in discussing Luhtar or the trees, which could only be counted as blessing, in his mind. Still, he wished he had some way to regain her attention. He was too wary of her teeth to try and join her game, and too aware of her waning patience with him to try and distract her.

For the moment, he only watched, lying down in their bed to bide his time.