Arren hair tied to one side and his sleeves rolled up, he almost looked a bit more decent that usual. More like a noble. It was why he refrained from doing things like this too often around others. Being cold and driving them away was easier to deal with and troublesome things bothered him. He was half way through examining the kitchen supplies, most of which looked neglected and could use a good cleaning. The door had opened before, but he hadn't turned. Seemed like whoever had been there had scurried off anyway. The second time the door opened, he glared down at the knife he was examining. Curious bunch weren't they?

Finally he looked up, one sea green eye glancing over to the large man standing near him. Ah, Pretty Boy was back. Arren had to take care not to smile in amusement at the new nickname. His piercing gaze raked slowly over the captain once more, the mere hint of a barely restrained smile still at the corners of his mouth. He had too look back down at the knifes just to compose himself once more. A cold and blank looked finally froze back onto his face.

[i]"I don't suppose any of you know how to cook an edible meal?"[/i]

"Aye," his voice was soft and short in reply. A silence drifted through the air. Tilting his head to one side, leaning on the counter, he put the knife down, slender fingers still lightly touching the hilt. His gaze slowly sifted back over to the captain, the tilt of his head only allowing a small glimpse of the scar that was hidden, before he stood up straight and turned around. Crossing his arms over his chest and crossing his ankles as he leaned back, the red hair man stared straight back at the captain.

[i]"It's fully stocked, if that's what you're wondering. I assume you're capable of cooking something that isn't burnt to a crisp?"[/i]

Arren had to smirk a bit at that. Could he cook? What a question. This captain was in for a pleasant surprise once he had some IIlitin food. Nothing was better than Illitin cuisine. Well, in his very biased opinion. He tilted his head to the side, as if thinking for a moment, no expression on his face. Those green eyes gleamed with amusement, despite his cold blank look.

"Aye," he said once more, that voice sounding a bit louder than it often was. And it sounded odd, more clear than it's usual raspy whisper. The amusement on the red haired man's face sober immediately. He turned his back on the captain, grabbing up a knife and a bowl, placing them on the counter. Leaning over, he picked up the sack the freckled girl had brought in earlier. Ah, she might be useful.

"I'll need help," his voice was back to it's normal quality, "Perhaps you can spare a slave every once in a while. It would be vastly appreciated." Filling a large pot with water, he put it on the stove and started to get to work. Pick through the kindling, he started with smaller sticks and then put two things of wood on those. Kneeling on one knee almost gracefully, he looked up at the captain, putting his chin in one hand as he stared straight up at him, waiting for the fire to build up.

"Arren," he mused, that full smile on his face unusually warm and amused, making him look a lot softer than before, till that hardness returned as he gave a chilling grin and added, "Viper." Turning to get back to work once more, the red haired male acted as if nothing had happened, the crystal beads in his hair clattering together with every turn of his head.