Fangs peer dangerously from her lips, an unspoken promise on their tips. Not even the blonde hair can soften the violence of her expression as she purrs, "Absolutely." Full strength and full aggression. And whether he knows it or not, Asta would be the first to hear of her success.
She's skimming the pages again when he makes the suggestion, another low chuckle leaving her. There's a cocky tilt to her head, the swagger of an opportunistic pirate capitalizing on any inflation of reputation - no matter how minor. "I guess so." Colt's not here to argue anyways, and Thal doesn't like losing.
Returning to the focus of his wedding and whatever information might assist, she presents him with the picture. She's unsurprised to see it inspire him, appreciating how very different their preferences are as she turns the book back to herself.
Mentally preparing herself to drudge back into the overwhelming sea of information, Thal perks to see Asta lean forward, obviously plotting something that's much more interesting than books. Her head props onto her fist, eye alight with mischief and intrigue. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" If it's a hunt or fighting ring or something else, she'll gladly help coordinate, but anything more sophisticated than that would require a different set of skills than she possesses.
However, another person immediately comes to mind and Thal quirks a sharp smile that nears a conspiratorial wink. "I'm sure Charlie already has a million ideas if you need any."
She's skimming the pages again when he makes the suggestion, another low chuckle leaving her. There's a cocky tilt to her head, the swagger of an opportunistic pirate capitalizing on any inflation of reputation - no matter how minor. "I guess so." Colt's not here to argue anyways, and Thal doesn't like losing.
Returning to the focus of his wedding and whatever information might assist, she presents him with the picture. She's unsurprised to see it inspire him, appreciating how very different their preferences are as she turns the book back to herself.
Mentally preparing herself to drudge back into the overwhelming sea of information, Thal perks to see Asta lean forward, obviously plotting something that's much more interesting than books. Her head props onto her fist, eye alight with mischief and intrigue. "Oh? What did you have in mind?" If it's a hunt or fighting ring or something else, she'll gladly help coordinate, but anything more sophisticated than that would require a different set of skills than she possesses.
However, another person immediately comes to mind and Thal quirks a sharp smile that nears a conspiratorial wink. "I'm sure Charlie already has a million ideas if you need any."
I just want you to set me free.
Thalassa
