[center] "You say that as if it were an insult." He grinned before making his way off the deck. He made his way to the wheel and began steering. 
After a while, he made his way back and watched the girl at work. "Lookin' good, lass. Almost as pretty as that face o' yers." He said. He wasn't sure if he was being nice or mocking, but that line had blurred quite a while ago. "o are you going to tell me yer name, or am I going to have to give you one?" He smirked at her, crossing his arms over his chest. [/center]