[h2][color=red]Rayth Garek[/color][/h2]
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The swirl of the morning routine was lost on the two as they went over and sat together. The cutthroat slid in and gave her room to join him, giving her an easy smile in an effort to placate her wrath. She had good control over her emotions, which was good considering she wielded magic that could incinerate him with a word and a wave. He also realized she was kind of sexy when she was angry, which said more about him than anything else and was an extremely dangerous. Not that she wasn't breathtaking regularly, particularly when she smiled and giggled at his jokes and manner. 

What he didn't expect was her snuggling up to him in the booth. He nearly stiffened in disbelief, but it felt...right. He slid an arm around her waist, his thick head of brown hair pressing to hers as their faces were very close in comfort. 

[color=cc131f][b]"Oh, I've met far worse."[/b][/color] He said to her, giving another wink. [color=cc131f][b]"Most assholes are looking to put a knife in my back. This one seeks to pay us, at least."[/b][/color] 

Briefly, he watched as a group of vagabonds walked in with all the swagger of men he grew up admiring, though he was wise enough now to know they were simply full of shit and likely rum. A few of them looked like they could carry themselves in a fight by the way they moved, but otherwise they were likely to be deckhands, if they were hired at all. Idly, Rayth began toying with a loose swathe of Akilah's hair, brown eyes turning to her. 

[color=cc131f][b]"How'd you sleep?"[/b][/color] He asked her, earnestly hoping she had a restful night. [color=cc131f][b]"The beds here are better than I would have pegged them as. But I suppose sleeping in the street for most of your life makes you appreciate fresh sheets and a soft mattress, more."[/b][/color]