I'm the bad guy.
Dragging her fangs over the bone of the wing, she casts Dantalion a grin. Cocktails aren't usually her thing, preferring the ambers over clears most days, but Thal can't say she disagrees. "Liquor does seem to have a bit more bite in the sunlight." Her blue gaze then turns fondly to Astaroth as she says, "I always like my time here, but I'd personally recommend Torchline in Deepfrost. You don't have to deal with snow, it's still warm enough for us, and there aren't as many tourists." She flashes them a playful wink. Tourists might be fun to take advantage of (or terrorize), but having the beach to herself can be fun as well.
Thal places the clean bone in her hand, exchanging it for the next as she leans forward, her arms draped casually off her legs like a cat in sunlight. "You guys should let me know when you're here. I could show you the best spots to hunt - or there's a lovely sailing vessel that the captain might let you board." There's a mischievous smirk on her lips as she looks to the men, already imagining how her ship might be used as for cocktail hour and whale watching.
Thal places the clean bone in her hand, exchanging it for the next as she leans forward, her arms draped casually off her legs like a cat in sunlight. "You guys should let me know when you're here. I could show you the best spots to hunt - or there's a lovely sailing vessel that the captain might let you board." There's a mischievous smirk on her lips as she looks to the men, already imagining how her ship might be used as for cocktail hour and whale watching.
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