Smiling at Amy's worry, Elijah bobbed his head in agreement. "I understand." Although he thought differently than her, he didn't say as much. He knew better than to get into a debate with the older woman, especially over something regarding a love interest. "Now, where's the rest of the breakfast that goes along with this?" He asked after taking a deep swallow of the deliciously dark liquid that he had been denied during his time on the ship. The mud water they claimed was coffee could pull barnacles off of the bow of the ship. Giving Amy a flash of his famous grin, he turned and made his way towards the kitchen.