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This was dangerous.

He was acutely aware of every move the siren made, slithering a touch forward like a snake; his mind worked to keep him afloat, but something in the smooth tone of her voice had him drifting, and he wasn't sure what to make of it. He was a daydreamer, a thinker, and comitting to a task could be difficult enough, but with this woman, shrouded in mysteries of ink, he found it even harder to concentrate. That was both intruiging and undeniably frustrating, especially when he had sworn his loyalty to the creek and could no longer afford to let slip his tasks.

The Valento was grateful for the question she posed, as it allowed him a momentary pause to slip back on his carefully constructed solemnity, and refocus on what his real mission here was (at least temporarily). "West from here," he informed, gesturing with a tilt of his angular head. "We're looking for more members to add to the ranks."