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Áskell watched as the girls ears flicked back and a wounded expression fell across her face. He'd been expecting some sort of indignant or sarcastic comment, maybe a fight. Instead she just stuttered out a response and made no attempt to counter what he'd said. She'd have been easy pickings if he hadn't been caught so off guard by her frank agreement with his statement. He cocked his head to the side, a thoughtful expression flitting across his face. "Oh… well, I mean, not that it's bad or anything. I bet the extra fat will keep you warmer, like a walrus or a seal. Can you swim at all? You're welcome to join me fishing." If a walrus could swim with all that blubber then the girl would probably be able to as well and he was more interested in having company than driving it away.