Stavanger Bay the inner claims i hadn’t breadth to shake

“Does that bother you?”

His voice was direct. And though she did not turn her attention toward him, fixed on the ocean, he did not pull his sights away from her features. There was a pensiveness to her stare. The brute was unafraid to ask these questions. He knew that if he said something wrong, people would often correct him. And if he said something right, it meant that he was reading them accurately enough. Either way, he thirsted for more knowledge on the girl.