The woman before him was so light and carefree, her personality matching that wild hair of hers. She was brazen, her laughter seemed to dance within the chilled sea air, a sound distinctly hers. She claims that she could have been a mermaid in another life. "I wouldn't be surprised." He said idly as she goes on to explain how much she loved that water, she seemed eager to entertain the notion. Brennan watched her casual easy-going stance that laughter quick to return. She claims she is an open book and wry smirk spreads across his roguish features. "I might just pick you up on that." He rose a brow at her, that look mirroring her own in that very moment.

Being called a womanizer hardly seemed to bother him in the slightest, it wasn't exactly the first time he had been called such. If it looks like duck and quacks like a duck... He shrugged easily, twisting those words right back on her. She clearly had the clear classic signs of being a maneater, he was sure of it. She was confident and reminded him the untamed sea, she could be whatever she wanted. He had experience with the wild ones and any less seemed to bore the warlock. "See... mermaid. I know what I am talking about." That irish brogue rand clearly. Her other mention that he was doing a good job womanizing brought a suggestive look upon his features, his silvery blue eyes gleaming amusedly. "Oh, I wasn't even trying.. we would not be talking if I was little lass." He added smoothly, that rich suggestive humour embracing his words. She mentioned something about his accent and clothes falling onto the floor, an easy laughter blooms from his lips. "I wouldn't know." He shrugs, feigning innocence. Throwing his free in the air like he didn't know what she was talking about.

That conversations oddly shifts to dildos.. how peculiar and yet he easily adapts. She was surprising and yet it took a lot more than dildo's to send him fleeing for the hills. "Little lassy, I have seen a lot of things." He lets her mind take with that what she may, not bothering to elaborate. That laughter still lingering on the air, that chuckle soon joining it.

Raylin easily counters, barely missing a beat as she mentions the lack of filter she possessed. "Why, I happen to agree with you. You don't have to worry about my modesty, so speak freely with me." Judging by the way she looked at him, he could tell she wouldn't have it any other way. She mentions of the sadness in the world and how she refused to let it control her. Yet some more truth and yet, he despite agreeing with those words he knew he had hardly lived by that motto as of late. He nodded in agreeance, his only response to those spoken words, keeping his carefully stowed away worries firmly locked away. He was hardly wishing to linger in those emotions that only served to darken his easy demenour. Spinning in circles hardly helped anyone.

Now upon that boat, she seemed to gather her sea legs rather quickly. Briefly, he wondered if she would fare as well within the sea itself, that thought passing through as fast as it came. The duo maneuvered easily through the large boat, descending into the belly of the ship. Those compliments about that boat only stroked the man's already well intact ego, of course he knew it. April Rose was his pride and joy, he would proudly show it off to his hearts content. He flashed her a roguish grin while she admired away, studying her as those fingers caressing the wooden interior as if assessing its smoothness. "Why thank you. I am an impressive man, I deserve a suitable vessel to match." He utters with that usual confident flare, the man so embracing that inner ego. He relieved himself of the book nestled under his arm, placing it on that nearby table, even then it glared mockingly at him. He would not forget to return it later. But first, he had a woman to entertain. Priorities he chose not to neglect.

He moves toward the dainty woman before her as though he fully intended on caressing her face, to maybe test those boundaries and her very morals. However, the warlock had no intention of doing so, his idea far of mischievous in nature and more along the lines of what she had spoken about before. He summoned that power as a slew of dildos had all but pelted the poor girl and that surprise on her face is one he would surely remember. She laughs again, that laughter almost surpassing his own. All while tears of laughter spill from her eyes, that joyous sound that escapes her is infectious and it only seems to fuel his own. Of course his proverbial prank could have back fired and yet he took that chance anyways. It seemed to pay off. The pink haired woman wipes the tears from her eyes and he moves away from her, a massive grin upon his face.

Barney was quick seize that moment and steal one of those brightly hued sex toys, viewing it as a chew toy to suit him rather than any other need. Happily he takes it away as if claiming this very one for his own. "Oh Barney.. you have no shame. Do you?" Amusement lingered within his voice then, a chuckle escaping him as she uttered her exclamation, running an idle hand through his hair leaning against that table where the book lay. "I didn't take you for a religious type. I don't think god would approve of all of.. this." He gestures with an idle hand toward his mountain of debauchery with pride.

"I can't say I disagree with you, but how many women may not say the same... Surely that would be a disservice to them to call these boring." He jests, suddenly attacked with her makeshift sword dildo. "Hey do not poke that thing at me unless you know how to use it." He was met with more laughter from the girl before she tossed the one she had jabbed him with, Barney quite the attentive hound was quick to catch the thing midair. Oh the sight and ridiculousness of the situation was nearly too much! He could not even begin.. but he loved every minute of it. She was a good sport about it too, he had to give her that

Raylin excitedly talks about putting the dildos by the ships, he raises a brow at her. Please, surely they could do a little better than that, why not plant them in planters in front of peoples homes! Or leave them where people would step on them.. It would be far more amusing to place them on those boats in unlikely places like replacing a winch with a dildo, now that would be quite the shocker. Barney soon ran around the boat in a victory lap, clearly assaulted by a case of the zoomies it would seem. How badly he wanted that pink haired woman to play with him, nudging her hand with his cold wet nose accompanied by a soft snort as if asking for him to throw the thing for him again. How that dog hardly seemed to possess a single ounce of hellhound in him now it would seem!

"I am afraid my ass is a bit of a restricted zone.. But I will tell you this.. You can keep as many of these as you would like and I can't say I would be opposed to spread a little cheer to the citizen's of Sacrosanct, if you so feel the need. Regardless, these...things should not go to waste. What do you say?" He tipped his head slight in question, that roguish gleam shining near wickedly within his silvery blue eyes.

Brennan O'Connell