"And thank you for accepting it." He said, breaking off a chicken leg with a small snap. There was a sly grin as he joked. "I know you'd rather be anywhere else than here." 

He was certain the men had given her a hard time, despite his warnings. Despite all of their earnings, most of the gold they would acquire would be after they made port on Sartosa or one of the islands off the west coast of Araby, so for now there was exultation with little to show for it. Markus took little time in consuming the chicken leg, and though he was a hard man, it was clear he had grown up in finer company. There was ne'er a mark on his cheek, and the rest was wiped away clean with one of the hand cloths he had at the ready. He downed an impressive amount of rum to wash down the meat, showing the scar that ran from his chin went clear down his neck. With a 'clink' he set the bottle down.

"Don't stand on ceremony here, miss Morganstern. I'm sure you're hungry and I'm not someone who's impressed with manners." He informed her, giving her some time to eat before he spoke next. "I'm impressed with skill, courage, and honesty, at least honesty to me. Which brings me to you..." He took a knife out, and though it clearly wasn't a kitchen implement, he let it sit in his hand for a moment before he took a potato and cut it in half, offering her one half with his left hand. 

"If you're who you say you are, we'll have no problems. We can speak business, you can tell me your family history and how much they'd pay for you. Something I'm quite interested in. If you're not, I'll give you some advice. Tell me it now, and we can talk about who you really are. I'm sure you'd rather have me vouche for you than any of the other men, because they would want something in return. Frankly, the fact that you're sexy as all hell doesn't help you if you tell me there's money waiting for me when there's not." 

It was clear Markus hadn't been this close to a beautiful woman in awhile, but he was like a dog on the hunt. He'd go after gold before anything else and there was little that could distract him from it. He also knew she was worried on where she'd find rest tonight, but truthfully he didn't trust her to sleep on the hammock while he slept in the cot, and he didn't think she'd want to share his bed. Not a lot of prisoners, particularly manhandled women had that on their minds after capture. He might kill her out of necessity but he wouldn't impugn her honor out of cruelty. He was cruel enough to those he'd killed today.