Vic watched her as she spoke and drank, her normally prim and proper composure fading away as she began to relax. It made him smile. She was an obviously attractive woman - her pale skin, tree-green eyes, her black hair that he had yet to see other than up in a knot. He enjoyed watching her squirm whenever he came close to her, her purity and ladylike behavior still amusing him. He had noticed a piece of meat from the stew had landed on her dress, near the middle of her thigh, and without hesitation, he plucked it from her with his fingers and ate it.

"Ah, 20. What an exciting age," he said as he twirled around his spoon in the air. "Old men are awful. I am quite content with the fact that I will not live to be one," he said with a smirk as he met her gaze. "But I find it hard to believe that you are difficult to marry. You are reserved, ladylike, fair. Isn't that what all the noble men seek? What could be the issue?" After taking a swig from the bottle, he put his plates down onto the floor and offered a hand to help her stand. He brushed his legs free of any stray food and paused for a moment to look down at her to read hoe she was feeling.

"Well, would you like to continue our coversation up on the deck? The boys will usually play a bit of music, and the stars are truly a sight to see. You should probably retire soon, though. Our days on land are long and grueling." He offered a hand to lead her up on the deck. 

Men sang and drank as instruments were played poorly. There were a few barrels at the edge of the deck where Vic led the woman, and as he sat, he patted the one next to him. The moon was shining brightly on her light skin and eyes. He felt a smiling curling on his lips at the sight. "Now, Miss Rohan, do you have any questions? Anything about my men or myself that you wish to become privy to? We are indeed an interesting bunch."