all that is gold does not glitter
not all who wander are lost
As far as Brennan was concerned, there was no such thing as a man who was too confident, at least when it came to himself. He rose his darkened brows at the wily woman in certain challenge, as though she dared to claim that confidence was a bad thing. The warlock moved with swagger that could not be imitated. He let that undiluted confidence saturate his silvery blue eyes in that moment, his lips given way to a charming lopsided grin. He had to admit that it pleased him how she admired his work, the man taking such pride in his boat. Leaning in a little, his face dancing with mischief. "Little lass, I know I am impressive." His voice took on a masculine tone, low and almost evocative insinuation evident.
How their banter seemed to take a new turn, eventually leading the women to being pelted with dildos. Fortunately for him, the woman seemed to handle it well. Raylin's musical laughter flooded his boat, tears flooding the rims of her eyes in complete gaiety. It had been a long time since such laughter graced his boat. How he missed this, or so he thought. Even though the ache in his chest still secretly desired a woman that was simply unobtainable. It was Raylin and her vivacious glory that perhaps gives him hope. Even as Barney so trotted over to claim his prize, happily gnawing the chewy silicone. Blimey, he was supposed to be a hellhound, striking fear in the hearts of those in his way.. and here he was gleefully taking advantage of a humorous situation. He stared at his companion before his gaze returns back toward Raylin. The woman was still smiling, that giggle once again escaping her as if amused by her own admittance. "To each their own I always say... needless to say, I doubt I will ever meet the big man upstairs.... I know where I am going." He uttered easily, smoothly then reaching his hand to run through his messy sea kissed locks. Hell, he had already been to hell.. and he had lived enough to know he was not the kind of man who ended up at the pearly gates.
Surprise at the vibrant woman's candidness. It amused him. "It is precisely those kinds of woman who fall victim to roguish men like me..." He let that insinuation flourish, hardly missing a beat. This was one game he played exceptionally well, sure he may have been a bit rusty. "I will not fault a woman in knowing what she wants." That was that smirk again that was laced with sexual innuendo, a tease a press, not quite an invitation. But he had heard the way her breath hitched when he got closer. He could hardly help but wonder just how far he could press.
She played a silly game of fetch with Barney who clearly enjoyed every second of attention the pink haired woman offered him. The dog chasing after it with such zeal, like a veritable black blur, barking playfully when he got it. The dildo was all but mangled within his powerful jaws, trotting proudly off with it like he obtained a meaty bone. The canine placed a massive dark paw on it, pinning it to the floor as if going in for the killing blow. A vicious growl escaping him as he ripped the damn thing apart, making a damn mess of his once pristine boat. The pup then proceeded to sped around the boat, running around like a goddamn lunatic. "Do you drive everyone this crazy?" He questioned in easy jest, his hand motioning toward the pup ripping around the boat. He dove down the steps again, wagging his tail furiously once more, barking to get the woman to throw him another.
She then admitted that maybe that she would take a few home with her. He nodded, gesturing toward them, she could truly take her pick. "Take as many as you want.. But promise me one thing.. if you ever... use it.. feel free to think of me." The man had nerve, hardly frightened of the repercussions of offending her. It would certainly not be the first time, nor the last time he got slapped for his inappropriate comments.
"Alleged a pirate..." He replied and while the thought so amused the warlock, he hardly understood why so many came to that very conclusion, he supposed it could be worse than handsome pirate. That charming glint flashing behind his silvery blue eyes. "I don't understand why everyone keeps calling me that.. but aye.. if the shoe fits.. But can we go circle back to handsome?" He rose a brow, acknowledging her words while coaxing her to feed his ego. His dastardly but playful gaze following her as she moved to pick up one of the copious toys that remained a heaping pile on the ground. His amused expression still lingering as she selected a hot pink one, more vibrant than her hair. "I do not know how to fence..." he corrected. But he certainly knew how to fight, how to wield a weapon. Brennan may have kept that knowledge to himself. What did little miss Raylin have up her sleeve?
It was the follow up that truly amused him, his features barely giving himself away. How she was offering a challenge she would surely lose. Her first mistake.. perhaps her second depending on whom you asked. That winner.. gets whatever they wanted truly piqued his interests. That was a vague offer. One that a wily warlock with plenty of battle experience could certainly take advantage of. He chose not to goad her, especially when she already walked into a carefully laid out trap of her own making. Yet, he had to admit this was certainly a first, the Irishman never thought he would see the day he was challenged to a.. dildo fight. He chuckled knowingly, raising a brow at the woman before him. "Oh Raylin... I think I like you.." That flash of a knowing grin tugged upon his lips, growing ever still until his teeth glinted in what could only be described as wolfish delight.
Brennan allowed his gaze trail across her for his own perusal as if he were checking out his opponent before casually sauntering toward her with every ounce confidence in the world. He pauses just before her before sinking down to the floor, to grab a random black one. Rising to his feet, poking the woman square in the center of her chest he then replies to her playfully goading words. "Terrified.." he lied through his teeth, leaning forward just a tad before dancing out of reach. "Show me what you are made of.. or are you simply a fish out of water?" He prods, taping at the woman's makeshift sword. "Maybe I will take it easy on you..." That Irish brogue slid off his tongue easily as he moved forward, that movement quick as it was agile.
He moved slightly to the right and forward again, poised and ready to take another hit.. but waited for the vivacious mermaid to move first.