What? [You goad, she goads, and her mouth curls into a snide grin, despite the sweat trickling down her neck.] You don't mean to tell me you're so frightened of being hurt by your poor, frail human navigator that you have to hide behind a little girl? What a mighty fishman you are.
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Date: 2012-03-12 11:33 pm (UTC)