[ it's difficult not to laugh at koby's indignance, the insistence on propriety and tamping down quentin's sarcasm. up close like this - the heat radiating between their chests and faces - he can peer a little better at the small indents left by spectacles, the faint dusting of freckles, the little mole on his chin. he looks well manicured for a sailor. he doesn't hide that he's looking, briefly, but then sighs and closes his eyes again on a laugh. ]

Well, concerned citizen, I appreciate your efforts and tender first aid. But generally, yes, the sarcasm helps. [ he shifts on the bench, to make the reach a little easier for koby, but it inevitably knocks one of their knees together. the pirate question makes him laugh loud and bright - head tipping back away from the cloth. ]

No. Definitely not. Unless you consider our Regent a pillager, then I suppose the Royal Navy could be considered piratical. We are a devout and noble ship, of course. No debauchery or escapades on my deck. Why? Are you a pirate?