Thalassa
A smooth sea never made a skilled sailor.
Watching him straighten his clothes should tempt her to do the same, but Thal is content to let the skew of her clothing be a reminder of their recent fun, even allowing her discarded cloak to drape the table and her open blouse to hang off her pale shoulder. The only adjustment she makes is to stroke her hand through her dark curls, allowing her a better look of the man before her and maybe giving him a better visual of her.Even sitting fully on the table, she doesn't come close to his height, so she has to look up as he smirks. Thal slides the overly large ring onto her thumb as she listens to his words, but there isn't an answer to her exact question. Knowing what the caves are does little to explain how he found them. Is he a smuggler? Does he have connections with smugglers? Is he just "lucky"? She chooses to ignore the other questions, instead raising her eyebrow in a knowing look before following his lead. "I see. Did they smuggle anything other than trinkets? I would kill for some alcohol or another way to quench my thirst." Her tongue ran over her lips in emphasis, remaining slightly open with a light chuckle and a conspiratorial smile. Another callback to their activities with an invitation for more excitement.
He is still close enough for her to feel the hum of his voice as he continues to explain the caves. She has little interest in their structure, however, she finds herself making excuses to hear more of his voice. So she keeps talking. "Does that mean there's a chance we could get trapped down here?" Her words hold more weight than she originally expected as she realizes that he could easily have planned such an event, but she pushes the thoughts aside and plays into the coy exchange, leaning forward again mischievously. "And what do you think the tide will do tonight?" The immediate danger of his presence seems to have dissipated although she keeps the knowledge close.
