The three followed the curve of the beach, Jorick in the middle, one arm locked in Torina's and his other grasped just as tightly by Katelina. The blonde woman shot dirty looks Torina's way, but she only squeezed Jorick's arm tighter and giggled a little louder. If it was a competition the human would lose.
No, she wouldn't, and you know it.
Torina ignored the nagging voice and released Jorick to catch up a sea shell. She twisted it this way and that, batting her eyes and making pointless observations that would have earned her any number of comments from lesser men. Jorick only grunted his lack of enthusiasm and tried to calm his girlfriend with a halfhearted smile and a squeeze of her hand, as if he was saying, "We just need to tolerate Torina for a little while."
Like she was a spoil
