"Rhea, are you sure this is a good idea? Pirates are dangerous! We should find a nice place to nap instead," he whined, his ears perked up with concern.
Rhea shot him a sidelong glance, a hint of a smirk tugging at the corners of her lips. "Oh, come on, Lector. You know I can handle myself. Besides, these pirates are a threat to innocent people. We can’t let them get away with their crimes."
Lector crossed his arms, hovering in the air. "I know you’re strong, but that doesn’t mean you have to go all bloodthirsty on them. Remember, not all pirates are evil. They have their own code, their own way of life."
Her expression softened, but only slightly. She wasn’t entirely dismissive of Lector’s point. After all, she understood the struggles of those who lived on the fringes of society. "True, but when that code leads to murder and terrorism, it crosses a line. I can’t let them hurt anyone else."