Even at her outburst, the feigned offense, and the real surprise...The smirk on his own features transformed into a wolfish grin, ”What's not fair, Poppet?” There was almost a slight growl to his voice, but it was nothing aggressive. He had a slight feeling towards the answer, but he wanted her to say it, damnit. Never mind that he did indeed have a small cask of beer tucked away in the boat, and he would indeed reveal that when the time was right. He had things stashed on the beach too, but they were all for later, once they got back to shore.
The bronze rumbled gleefully, practically purring in the water as Sandalphonth rubbed up against him, their wet hides sliding against each other smoothly. He turned, curling his claws into a sort of loose fist, to drag his knuckles across her side as she swirled around him, a sort of caress, It warms my ichor to hear it. My rider and I only hoped you and yours would enjoy it. I have not seen Sh'del put this much effort into a woman in...ever. He is very fond of your Dirce. The bronze did not add that he was rather fond of Sandalphonth as well, it wouldn't be polite, nor proper for him to presume. Humans had their own ways, however, and Luto had no problems throwing his rider under the wagon, so to speak.