Kisame raises his fin over the foam, sea water splashing to the sides and against the shore where the human kneels.

"Do you want to touch?" He asks her, watching how coral colored eyes widen as to make sure she has his permission, before reaching for his limb.

Thin and curious fingers run down the length of his fin -and then back up- and she hisses out a curse when she cuts herself on his hide, bloody fingers shoved in her mouth; Kisame laughs.