"You are not my type." The voice was calmly serious and Hadama's expression didn't change but there was a dry, silent humor in the thought behind the words. Jack had far too much sharkskin in his soul, and not nearly enough length below the waist to interest the mermanta.
The second comment was far more interesting and the King sipped his drink thoughtfully. The Mer had muddled along without a leader as well, and he supposed Torchline would, too. It had managed before Jack had been born and would continue to do so long after the captain had passed, for that matter. But that wasn't the question being asked.
"That is not an argument for you to remain on the council," he noted, curious about this new tack. Even if having the ear of the region's leader didn't sway the captain, Hadama had thought the attendant perks and benefits of being a council member might be of more interest.
The second comment was far more interesting and the King sipped his drink thoughtfully. The Mer had muddled along without a leader as well, and he supposed Torchline would, too. It had managed before Jack had been born and would continue to do so long after the captain had passed, for that matter. But that wasn't the question being asked.
"That is not an argument for you to remain on the council," he noted, curious about this new tack. Even if having the ear of the region's leader didn't sway the captain, Hadama had thought the attendant perks and benefits of being a council member might be of more interest.
