Your actions speak louder

[Anselm de le Poer]

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-- Some combination of arrogance and apathy kept Anselm from ever feeling too uncomfortable--he was confident enough in his own abilities to know he could at least escape from nearly anything with his life, if not tear whoever was causing the problem a new one. He'd dealt with madmen and criminals his entire life and enough time with the wrong crowd had left him numb to nearly everything. There were very few things that could disgust him, and even then those things were situational--namely, it mattered completely whether it affected someone he knew or gave a damn about. Otherwise, it was almost too easy for him to turn away and keep going. Such was life. Fortunately for the rest of the world, Anselm had built up a wall of resistance. He'd refuse to sink to the same level as those he worked or collaborated or battled with, and frankly, Anu had no reason to be worried. Perhaps he was interested in the pleasures her body could offer, but he'd never force himself on anybody and he didn't even care enough to be persistent or pressuring when it came to girls. He was handsome in a rugged way and if he got turned down he'd just go look somewhere else (assuming he even cared to do that). Her response amused him, and he shook his head slightly. "If you're looking for something interesting or beautiful, you'd be better off trying your luck on the southern coasts. There's nothing but rubble here... but on the ocean side, there are caves, ledges, and soft sand." There; he'd just saved her a load of time. Unless she was particularly interested in the marine life that clung to this coast or a geologist enraptured by the pointy rocks, there really wasn't much to look at or experience here. Other than each other, of course.

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