The sea was never terribly comfortable to Storm, however his company brought him a pair of very distinctive distractions that made the pending journey entirely more palatable. The little fairy-looking fellow was a natural entertainer; he was objectively adorable, eccentric and mischievous. In a different time, a more bitter version of the electromancer would have found Fenn to be a terrible annoyance, and likely punted the diminutive fellow overboard. Here with a near permanent smile borne from the sexual prowess of the faun, Storm was nearly smitten by the little man.

Philomel had taken him by the arm and coerced him right below deck, where the metal heels of his dress boots echoed thuds of his presence on the heavy, treated oak. The high quality vessel felt like a floating hotel, and the little room was suspiciously seductie for a room found a boat; there were fine cotton linens and small candle lights and even an incense smoker, actively kicking off a lovely fragrance of something like lavender. The room appeared a walking contradiction to the basic rules of nautical safety.

Romance is obviously a priority here, which explains the female-only deckhands. This place must have been a floating f*ck-wagon before this fine lady changed her craft…

…by the Gods, Phi; do your surprises ever stop?

His curious gaze about the room had transformed into a sharp, knowing taunt in the form of a steely-eyed stare at the buxom faun. He embraced her softly, feeling her magnificence press gently against him and immediately instigate a desire to adjust his belt line. Kissing her quickly with a near-innocent affection, his whisper was sharp.

“You know, a lesser man would be pretty intimidated by how good you are at the whole seduction process. You’re damned lucky I’m getting old enough to have abandoned the delusion that I have to match your skills.”

Drinking in her beauty, Storm had to laugh at this preposterous conquest of his. From her feather fine and silk smooth hair to hornet-stung lips or bright, sharp, mirrored grey eyes, she was a vision. Her body, a fine mesh of soft and as though sculpted by a master craftsman, was the type that could start wars.

The little man was pattering about outside; the wizard could hear the patter of feet that was just slightly to frequent to be an adult, and alerted him that it was unlikely he’d be able to bed the faun without interruption. The realization flared his nostrils instinctively, and a vision of firing the little bastard into the open seas calmed his annoyance.

Shit, it’s barely 2 hours past the midday; you didn’t expect to get lucky that easily, did you? Besides, she’s too damned good and you’re too f*cking old; you’d be sleeping through dinnertime.

His eyes focused in the taut squint of a falcon, the mage turned to find the boy. Best to be interrupted on something closer to one’s own terms, he presumed.