His eyes gleamed against the light of the fire, and shined against the smirk developing even more. Her soft skin nearly could glow in the light and the growing hum from earlier had seemed to cease, or at least he forgot to notice. Her laughter chimed against his ear drum, dancing into his mind. He felt happier by the sound, strangely, or maybe it was the drinks. He sipped, trying to convince himself, and get himself together, after all he was a pirate.

"My hook?" He glanced down at the shiny appendage, "That's a complicated, and rather long story." His eyes dropped while his mind wandered to when he had lost his hand, and lost Milah. A memory he surely didn't want to relive. The muscles tensed, from his arm to his shoulders, filling his entire body with tension. "No need to talk of things one wishes to forget." He gathered a fake smile, "Besides, why would a waste my time with a gorgeous lass as yourself?" 

The bar roar had returned and the noise was nearly unbearable, he glanced over, "Since you like my ship, and I am sick of the noise," He smiled and leaned forward into her, "How about you join me and will talk more there?" He grasped her hand sweetly, inviting her with a simple touch, hoping she'd take his offer.