Spineless Fishing

Azrael shot Vanille a scathing look of contempt as she spoke to him in the same strange language that Mireia often used. However, where his Sidi's words were used in sultry applications during their playtime, hers came nonstop since he'd administered his amnesiac serum. This was an unexpected and unintended side effect. She knew he couldn't understand a damn word she spat out now and it irritated the brute not knowing what she might be saying. A control freak through and through, Azrael couldn't stand not knowing something. Still, she did as she was bid, going out into the water and successfully pulling out a stonefish from the surf. He was glad to see that she was at least still competent and probably wouldn't kill herself on the fish's venomous spines. "Good. Just like that."

As she set hers down beside his to start a neat little pile, Azrael pulled out his own knife and began to make a long incision down the back of his fish to free the spines from the carcass. Harvesting them required a deft and patient paw. So when Vanille started to ask him another question in the silly language, Az fixed her with a pointed stare and watched as she mimed out scaling the fish. "No, don't do anything but kill them and bring them to me," he instructed her with curt words. He didn't want to chance her fucking up any of these fish when their spines were fragile and they were rare enough to find as it was. A few moments later, Melanth emerged from the surf with a fish of her own, earning her a proud smile from the Saxe brute.

"Well done, Melanth!" he praised her, though it was a guise to allow himself all the freedom to let his lecherous eyes rove down over her drenched form, her wet fur clinging to the supple curves of her body in all the right ways. Vanille was quite a comely fae too. There was a reason the Saxe brute had let the ladies do all the fishing today.

"Azrael Saxe"