19.Sep.13, 04:51 AM
Z'jan quirked a brow "Clever? One minute I'm a wherry headed thing and now I'm clever! I like you, too. You're changeable!" He said, as though it were one of the most exciting adjectives he could bestow. And frankly, in his mind, it was. To be changeable! The ability to try new things, think new ideas, not resign oneself to a life of looking at things always the same way...
Z'jan returned her wink with his own. He liked winking. An under appreciated form of communication, he felt. "Reserved is one way to put it, yeah. And butterfly she most definitely is not. But you didn't scare her off, trust me. I've yet to find a way to truly frighten her. She doesn't even flinch when I jump off cliffs."
Z'jan hesitated. That might be too much information... This girl was young and likely impressionable. The last thing he needed was another middle aged woman chasing him down with a broom handle for putting ideas into her daughter's head. He had enough problems with the 'matronly types' as it was, though it mostly had to due with the dining staff. Too much pilfering, probably.
He let the girl have his hand goodnaturedly, but found swimming without it a mite bit difficult. As they got closer to shore, he pulled it away, but only so that he could swim next to her more freely. "You're a sit and talk girl are you?" he said playfully, eyes dancing boyishly. "Shouldn't there be other, more mischievous things you could be getting up to? Though--" he added quickly "--they must of course include pants."
Z'jan returned her wink with his own. He liked winking. An under appreciated form of communication, he felt. "Reserved is one way to put it, yeah. And butterfly she most definitely is not. But you didn't scare her off, trust me. I've yet to find a way to truly frighten her. She doesn't even flinch when I jump off cliffs."
Z'jan hesitated. That might be too much information... This girl was young and likely impressionable. The last thing he needed was another middle aged woman chasing him down with a broom handle for putting ideas into her daughter's head. He had enough problems with the 'matronly types' as it was, though it mostly had to due with the dining staff. Too much pilfering, probably.
He let the girl have his hand goodnaturedly, but found swimming without it a mite bit difficult. As they got closer to shore, he pulled it away, but only so that he could swim next to her more freely. "You're a sit and talk girl are you?" he said playfully, eyes dancing boyishly. "Shouldn't there be other, more mischievous things you could be getting up to? Though--" he added quickly "--they must of course include pants."