❝ never say that again, you hear me? ❞
It wasn’t an obvious recoil, the way his jaw went tense and inwardly that nasty sensation of his stomach knotting up hit Thorn; on the outside he remained perfectly calm unless one just happened to catch the quick blink that marked his breath hitching, brain leaping back into action to bridge over the tiny slip.
Frustrating though, he’d been so pleased with himself and his latest trinket snatched from the decks of the Jolly Roger that mentioning it to Peter had tumbled into a ramble instead while he looked over the stolen coin. Not the most unique find, true, but it had certainly caused a good amount of fuss on deck while the fools threw blame at each other when it went missing.
It was only having a bit of fun, wasn’t it? Not that he had any intentions of returning the coin though, it would end up tucked away in his lair as another trophy taken right from under the noses of those clumsy sea rats.
Thorn was going over the conversation in his mind, desperately searching for whatever he might have tossed in with everything else he’d been carrying on about that might have set Peter off. He really couldn’t afford to be doing something that risky.
That blink turned owlish while he perched on the tree branch near Pan, hands still wrapped around the bulk of the sizable coin and peering at him over the top edge of it with just the picture of innocent confusion. When all else failed…playing dumb at least tended to appeal to peoples’ sense of superiority.
“Ah?” Thorn ventured very carefully, not wanting to confirm that he had said anything yet.