Talking Fish Blues

Her gaze left the water line for a few short moments between his sentences, in order to gaze upon him once more and take in everything that he had to other. His coloration was nothing out of ordinary however one must be blind not to observe the sharp and handsome feature of the man facade; not to mention the muscles rippling underneath his pelt. He was candy for her eyes and in any other days she would dip her succulent lips for a taste of masculinity and a warm body to crawl next to at night but there were more pressing manners at hand. She was starving.

Her auditory system rotated on top of her regalia at his words. He knew how to fish? Well, now, that changes everything. A smirk tugged at the corner of her pretty maw, a devilish one that spoke of the unspoken, that promised the night and stars on a silver platter. Would you be able to help me? she questioned, feigning innocence in her tones, calm and gentle like a summer breeze. If you do manage to catch a few fish for me, I shall repay you.. she licked her ebon lips with gusto, ...copiously