[She purses her lips, but the rest of the crabs they'd caught probably aren't going to be much more attractive than what they'd already laid out, as delicious as crab legs are]

...Okay. Okay, let's sweeten the pot.

[A beat, then she reaches for his hand--wipes the fish guts on her ceremonial robes before reaching to slice shallowly across his palm, just enough for blood to start welling up]