Stavanger Bay all the small things

And bend him, she likely would, for Aiolos was not a man to often question the word of a woman, especially that whom allied herself with the Sea and Moon and was fitting as a sea-maiden, a Siren. 

Her chin lifted, words spoken and brow arched. His head lifted from the sands, a smirk of his own playing on creamy lips. I'm looking for someone. He paused, waiting for her to realize it wasnt information about Her he was seeking. Pretty or not, dont flatter yourself. Her name is Ying. A royal lost to my pack, Yuelong. My pack. Did he just say that out loud?  Well it was his home after all.