Don't Wanna Know.
He wasn't quite sure how to deal with this.
It sounded as if she was propositioning not a fact he really minded, but he didn't want to get on the wrong side of yet another bitch. He supposed it was his fault, because most of the time it was. Luckily he landed on his feet as often as any cat, and just for fun he exited the water and landed easily besides her. Sniffing her all over, content to realize she wasn't half bad.
" My name is Satchel" it exited his mouth , and he sat down politely besides her. If she attacked he'd deal with it, but he was fucking tired of starting it so for now he'd head in this direction. It was getting increasing difficult to reach out, but that din't mean he was going to slow down any time soon.
" so tell me sugar, what's it gonna take to make you happy?' he was up for almost anything. Keeping a close eye on her just in case, having to unlearn everything his brain was taught.
"Speech."