The redhead was approaching across the room and as hard as Cris tried to meet her eyes, his kept falling to watch the alluring sway of her hips. He took a large gulp of rum just as Mathews and Henry noticed her approach, Henry stopped telling the absurd story he'd been telling to stare appreciatively and Mathews eyes stared anywhere but at her, flickering to her and then away a rosy blush spread across his cheeks.
Cris laughed and patted him on the back "Comeon Mathews, your almost a man now, you shouldn't be blushing at every pretty bird you see"

She arrived, leaning against the table. "Oi there" 
 "My name be Lucy. Who here be offerin' me a drink?"
Cris, his full attention on her hair twisting barley heard the question and had to take a moment to gather his wits, A slight tinge of red coloured his cheeks, probably just the rum.
Mathews sat seemingly doing his best to imitate a turtle in it's shell, certainly he wouldn't be saying anything, Henry was looking to Cris eyebrow raised.
Cris's lopsided smile spread across his face as he invited her to sit.
"Welcome Lucy, I'm Cris, Captain of the Airsprite and these layabouts be members of my crew, Mathews and Henry. Pull up a seat, I'll buy you a drink."