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A little creepy?

Clearly she had not hung out around Okeanos quite long enough.

Okeanos seemed to find it curious that she was asking him another question, tilting his head just slightly and glancing rather intently at her lips as they moved as if he was reading her lips instead of actually listening to what she was saying with the earfins he clearly had. Along with that, he mouthed, as if he was repeating to himself what she was asking him.

He paused in this, leaning back and tapping his chin as if he was really thinking of this one, like it was a hard question to truly answer for one reason or another.

And then he said, "No."

... The answer was that simple, apparently.

Cressida may have been concerned about appearing cold, but the statement she made about it being good didn't even make a blip on his radar. When she attempted to save the statement by commenting on his solitary life being suited, he only let out a small chuckle, arguably sounding normal for just a few moments.

And then she changed subjects, catching his attention with a quirked brow. Why would she think he needed to be cautious of anyone, exactly? As Okeanos, not even as a naiad, he was strong and stood alone. Cressida surely knew better.

And yet, her information must have been of some use, because he didn't derail her.

"Curious. You are a demon yourself, and yet you bad talk them." Okeanos smirked, taking a bite of the fish. "What prompts this?"

His voice was remarkably steady.

Just saying?

Okeanos was no slouch. As out of touch as he could seem to be to other pae, he was a keen observer, able to pick out bits and pieces of a pae and put them together to form a clear picture. This picture didn't even need to be clear for him to know the obvious truth, though.

She was lying.

If it was a just saying, she would not have made the effort to bring it up in the first place, and he knew it. Her behaviour in bringing up the comment was too coy compared to her usual, and she faltered in her response, not giving an immediate explanation as to why she had brought up something like that in the first place. There was something she knew that she was not telling him, at the very least.

Okeanos took another bite of the fish, no hint at what was going through his mind on his face. Not that there was ever much of a hint, his expressions running the usual gamut of either straight-faced or highly amused...

"Do you think one who is suited to solitude would have to worry about being kidnapped? Nothing gained."

This might have been the longest time he had given straight-faced, serious responses.

Okeanos quirked a brow at this, settling back slightly.

"Are you implying I'm stupid?"

Perhaps her statement already didn't go over well, but he didn't necessarily seem to be offended. In fact, after a moment, he stared the laughter he was known for.

So much for keeping a straight face.

When it stopped, he simply replied with a, "I don't trust anyone." That likely included her, to some extent. He didn't say that for sure, though. "Now, back to your original point," he crossed his legs, swatting off to the left in an almost flamboyant fashion, "what prompts this?"

As was expected, Cressida's temper flared and Okeanos laughed. It was almost a rhythm at this point.

"No, there does not have to be, Green," and there was that agitating nickname again, because Okeanos seemed incapable of calling her anything but that. He took another bite of the fish, taking a long enough pause for her to attempt to formulate a response, but not long enough to actually say it. "There was hesitance, though, and it seems unlikely you came out here just to picnic and 'just say' something."

Even if she would not tell him, Okeanos already had gears turning in his head. He formulated a few theories and tucked away the information, just as he had tucked away the fact that she had a mother, and therefore parents. Parents that were likely angels, demons, or even faeries, considering how she talked of defending him against her--

He tilted his head, for a moment, before moving back to a relatively normal sitting position and finishing off the fish.

"The wriggler was decent."

The defensiveness and snarkiness did not hide the fact that Cressida was not going to elaborate any further, but perhaps it was not meant to hide it. That was fine. Okeanos laughed at her remark, seemingly amused by it or her or something in the middle, before leaning back to look at his pile of rocks again for whatever reason.

His eyes swung back in front of him, and he adjusted, leaning forward instead. They quickly scanned over the rest of what was available, mostly red meats and meats that were not green, and seemed to not care for any more of it, at least for the moment, since he finally set the plate back down on the blanket.

At least he was polite enough to give the plate back, it seemed. Nothing gained?

"Friends," he murmured, with a chortle, and that seemed to be the word he was particularly stuck on, not having moved on from it even though the conversation had moved on. He was trying it on, perhaps, like a second skin, or incredulous she would even dare to use such a word, or perhaps amused that she thought they could become friends--it was hard to tell, and he gave no external hints as to which one it was, face unchanging in expression beyond a slight quirk of his lips.

His eyes darted back up.

"Down and down the Green one goes, where she'll stop, nobody knows..."

That was a little ominous. and he just let that hang there, keeping quiet beyond that.

Okeanos did not seem to be terribly interested in eating any of the desserts she brought out, not even paying attention to them.

Instead, he seemed more interested in figuring out what her move was going to be, watching as she carefully took the banana, split it into pieces, ate pieces of the banana, ate pieces of the apples. There was no hint on his face that he was anything but amused, a quirk on the side of his lips as he continued to let his dangerous, taunting statement hang in the air like an awkward fog that didn't know when to go away.

The response seemed to pique his interest enough to make him laugh, a brow quirking as his lips quirked just a little bit more. "Is that so?" His voice had a certain playful ring to it, eyes dancing in a way that might have been both familiar to Cressida and ... not.

"Perhaps I should find you something to do."

He leaned back, crossing one leg over the other, expression daring.