Thorfinn's lips curled into a dismissive scoff as his gaze settled upon you. "And who might you be?" he inquired, nonchalantly lowering himself onto the boat's surface. His countenance remained resolute, unyielding to any immediate fascination.

Without a hint of awe or appeal, Thorfinn's eyes remained fixed on you, his posture exuding an air of lethargy. The weight of his gaze bore a silent challenge..