"Oh, sure. Ruin me for every other date ever," he said. "Well, I'd like to go to dinner with you, I suppose, but it's no dragon hunt with Marian Hawke." He sighed dramatically.

He simply smiled for the question, brows lifting slightly. He had lost track some time ago of how much he actually had, likely more than he would ever be allowed to take at one time without a very compelling reason beyond "I want to". Snickering, he flinched away from the water droplets as though they were colder than they were. "Trying to melt me?"

Since he had seen her looking toward the traps, he found himself doing the same. "You know if we pull them up, we probably can't put them down again. Whatever we have or don't is what we're stuck with. What do you think?" He had no idea what time it was, only that it was important that they get back to the docks before there was too much of a crowd in the morning, because they also needed to haul their catch back to her place.