Depollute me, pretty baby

Leora found herself giggling at his response, not because of the stutter in his words but because of the logic he used. He looked up at him from underneath her eyelashes, a mischievous smile settling on her lips. "You can be pretty in a way that is different from a flower, you can be pretty like the ocean, with its violent crashing of waves. Always bringing danger, but if you sit on the beach, and you look out from where you are? It's quite pretty. Besides the red you wear, it's pretty." She paused for a moment, looking at him with a mischievous gleam in her eye, "Just like you." She didn't mind if she pushed it. She thought it was rather cute how he denied it.

She watched as he shifted his weight, and as he flexed his body before speaking her name. She offers a nod in response, kind and gentle. And then he continues, and she tilts her head. "Redrum? Is that your name?" She pauses, returning to the taste of names. To her, it was like fine wine.

She looks over his form as he does hers, ignoring the way her face warms at the intrusion. She had an idea that he did not quite know that it could be that. "I'm resting, enjoying the beauty of life, taking a break from fighting, hunting, wandering. Curious about what is going on in these lands. Even more curious about its inhabitants." She says voice calm, she answered his inquiry whether it was supposed to be one or not.

As he moved closer she watched him, not out of fear but curiosity. She tilted her head before awkwardly pointing to the spot next to her, there was no need for him to hover. Unless that's what he wanted, she won't stop him then. "You can sit by me pretty boy, if you'd like that is. I'm not afraid." she said as she lifted a brow at him, she didn't mind others in close proximity either. Personal space had never been something she had a big boundary on, but she tried her best not to intrude on others.

"Talk"