Ankyra Sound He greets me with kisses when good days deceive him.

Lovely.  He thought she was serious... or rather, thought she wasn't.  Old and wounded, as if she weren't both those things herself (and more).  She didn't want anything to do with leading this band, and that wasn't only because she'd decided to hang up her ambitions for good with her last failure.  They weren't hers - they were the siren's.  They were Erzulie's.  Even if that changed with time, she couldn't see this becoming the family that Ironsea had been to her; not with the interactions she'd had with the few she'd crossed paths with.

Fraid you'll have to find something else to practice killin then.  She responded matter-of-factly.  She had enough out for her blood - he could get in line if that day ever came.  But she knew she didn't have to worry about it coming for the reason he jested (was it a joke?) . Maybe what she'd said was one of those 'you had to be there' statements.

On that note, she wondered if it wasn't best to leave him to it.  She hadn't exactly made friends but she hadn't made an enemy, so perhaps best to stop while she was ahead.  Familiar feeling lately.  Let me know how it goes.  She gave him a nod, then turned to limp off to get some sleep.