Thalassa
Thal doesn't know or care what Colt thinks about her avoidance, certain it's perceived more as a distaste for her past fling instead of the truth: her embarrassment at having been tricked by more than one man in the last year. She clutches the vulnerability close, keeping her snarky grin and a healthy level of ambiguity. Like how she wouldn't even consider Vesper an ex. What they'd had was too short, too shallow, and altogether too uncertain to have been labeled anything substantial, and if she called every man she slept with an 'ex,' she'd be filling all the tic-tac-toe boards.
Her smile widens, confidence flowing off her as she leans intentionally against the wood. "Sure, if the ex looks anything like me." She winks, knowing how her cleavage widens with the position, a feature exploited against plenty of weak-minded individuals - Vesper not excluded.
Lounging comfortably in the provocative position, she takes another sip of her bourbon, but her body is alert, curious. Her tail flicks behind her, head angled to hear what the rancher might reveal. She's starting to recognize Colt's expressions, and the one she presents looks achingly familiar to the one's Thal has worn herself. It's has too much depth to be dismissive, the well of questions and doubts flowing down farther than the person wants to admit. But the captain doesn't call her out on it, letting the drag of her eyes and the wordless response express her doubts. "Mhm."
A wickedness spreads across her face, chuckling low with approval at the proposition. "I like the way you think." The glint of her eyes is sharp as steel, only just beginning to dull with the alcohol working through her system, and plenty more to go. It threatens hard truths and painful punishments, her fangs flashing brighter than a cheshire cat in the dim light. "Dare." She wouldn't let Colt have the truth straight out of the gate.
Thal picks dare.
Her smile widens, confidence flowing off her as she leans intentionally against the wood. "Sure, if the ex looks anything like me." She winks, knowing how her cleavage widens with the position, a feature exploited against plenty of weak-minded individuals - Vesper not excluded.
Lounging comfortably in the provocative position, she takes another sip of her bourbon, but her body is alert, curious. Her tail flicks behind her, head angled to hear what the rancher might reveal. She's starting to recognize Colt's expressions, and the one she presents looks achingly familiar to the one's Thal has worn herself. It's has too much depth to be dismissive, the well of questions and doubts flowing down farther than the person wants to admit. But the captain doesn't call her out on it, letting the drag of her eyes and the wordless response express her doubts. "Mhm."
A wickedness spreads across her face, chuckling low with approval at the proposition. "I like the way you think." The glint of her eyes is sharp as steel, only just beginning to dull with the alcohol working through her system, and plenty more to go. It threatens hard truths and painful punishments, her fangs flashing brighter than a cheshire cat in the dim light. "Dare." She wouldn't let Colt have the truth straight out of the gate.
Thal picks dare.
Never been the type to
Let someone see right through
Let someone see right through
