[ at that, quentin laughs brightly, shaking his head, but there is some delight in seeing her finally accept the grape. her hesitance endears her to him, and he decides that he will be content missing out on the horrific bullshit happening behind them to simply enjoy treating her to a pleasant night.

he offers another grape when she has sufficiently finished the first, pressing this one to her bottom lip. ]

No, I'm no captain. Just a boring little sailor on a captain's boat. If anyone should be called captain this evening, it's you, Duchess.