smooth as a cactus

The bright female beside him seemed that she had been on her feet a while - there was an air of relief when she finally plopped down beside him. Idly he wondered just what her travels had consisted of. There was something about her cheery coloration that stood out, made her seem quiet a benign individual despite her size. He could only wonder whether she was what she appeared, or whether she was a contradiction. "A pleasure, Sigyn. My name is Vivek." He said simply, his lips lifting into a half smirk. "Though I can't help but be curious - what title would you give to me?" The brute asked, red eyes cutting into a curious smolder. Turning toward the woman watching the waves, he would get comfortable a bit closer to her, breathing in her scent. It wasn't as if she was in heat or anything - but the company of another was not something he had indulged in for some time. He had been called a cardinal once before - and curiously this woman reminded him much of a canary. It was a shade that struck him as simple at first glance, but the more he gazed at this woman the easier she was on the eyes. Perhaps he had spent a little too long on his own - but she certainly had her charms about her.