She looked at him, then at the Gray Wolf lantern in his hand, and laughed, "Little wolf cub."
"Hmm, that's yours too." He bent down and playfully bit her ear.
"Talking about you and you get cheeky?" She rubbed her ear where he bit a bit too hard and casually glared at him.
Lucas Quinn raised his chin happily and hummed arrogantly.
She laughed lightly.
The two continued walking forward; Lucas Quinn remembered a few dialect phrases the old man said earlier and turned his head to look at her.
"Charlotte Allison, what did the boat rental owner say in his dialect just now?"
"Naughty kids don't get to know, I don't feel like telling you."
"Well, I'm not a kid now, I'm your man."
"Oh, then I still don't feel like telling my man."
"Alright, then I'll just have to make you tell me tonight in bed."
"...I'll tell you now."
"Sis, I don't want to hear it now." He covered his ears and laughed slyly.
"..." This kid is getting more and more clever with his tricks.
