Markus took the Whiskey. It was nearing the last few gulps in the bottle, he noticed. They had a few more bottles, but unless it was a special occasion, they should save them. He looked at the bottle, and then at the woman. "Not exactly. I came to look for work...violent work, but work nonetheless. Though, I had been planning to take this ship the past fortnight, so yes. I just never said it to myself out loud." He placed his lips on the bottle and took one final swig, engulfing a fair few portions of the last bit, though he left Calliope another hearty swig in case she wanted to top it off. 

"So aye, I am turning pirate. I was a privateer for the cities of Regalden and Darkwater for the past few years. I think I might have sacked a merchant cog or two of yours. But after you leave that much blood in your wake, it's hard to look back and not be a bit lost on what ship belonged to whom. When the Dragon Crown Wars stopped, I came to your city and had been there for a few months, dueling for meals until I found you in a dungeon." 

He flipped the bottle and caught the neck, before passing it back to her. "I'm not the one with options here. What of you, my lady?" he asked her, dark gaze locked with hers. "Do you plan on staying and turning pirate?" He watched her with a wary interest. If they were to start a crew, it would be good to have someone who both knew the local politics and who knew how to weave spells better than his apprentice-like abilities. 

The sea behind them shifted and sloshed audibly, causing the ship to groan and buck like a lover. It looked like the wind would be with them, thank the Gods. "And if so, we'll need to discuss ship positions, like Captain." He didn't say it ambitiously. He had just survived an entire city out for his blood, so he was simply mentioning it for pragmatic reasons. However, he continued to watch her and gauge her reaction. 
[@Penny]