Greatwater Lake i don't like human nature unless all candied over with art

her answer startles a genuine laugh out of him, his mouth curving into a warm grin as he catches her sly glance. "oh, i think we pretty firmly established i'm not the type," okeanos says, ignoring the warmth thats rising across his neck and the way have a go at me suddenly reminds him of that boy and ibis, what they'd been doing. that's not what saarthal means here, of course, even if she does think he's pretty. or maybe she just tells everyone she meets that they're pretty.

anyway: "if anything, you'd probably be able to get one over on me," he continues, trying to match her banter, and wiggles slightly as if to demonstrate his physical ineptitude. "i'm not the most -- ah -- i spend most of my time looking at the stars and cataloguing plants, so. not exactly the killer type."