Stavanger Bay I'm gonna lay my favorite shirt out neat

She tilted her head then looked back to the sea devil, her ears cupped forward in interest.
How would she get past those pincers? Perhaps she should ask Vegas to show her. 
Her gaze tilted back to his joyful face, her smirk spreading to her eyes. 
Ah, so she'd snared the fish.

"I'm Vanity." She took a step closer to him, looking back to the potential meal, "could you show me how? I'd rather not get beaten up by an insect." She laughed softly, the sound equal to a calmed ocean. Besides, she wanted to see what he could do. Perhaps recruit him.