HIT ME LIKE A MAN

She tries to list off any reason to keep him around in her head. Obviously he can fight. He's handsome. He probably can hunt. He's an asshole. She's not sure whether or not that's a good quality or bad. He's infuriating, but she can ignore that. She scowls as he talks. If he'd talk less, she'd like him more. She sighs slightly, nodding slightly. "Fine. Welcome to Tortuga or whatever." She grouses. She holds her ground, waiting for him to move away first. She is not backing down. He leans closer, and she swallows slightly. In response, she feels herself leaning towards him as well, her breath catches slightly- her heart speeding up. "Tell me about these 'services' you offer." She whispers, her eyes searching out his green gaze. The words could hold any meaning, either an invitation- or an honest question. She waits, interested in seeing how he takes them.