Markus looked at her long and hard after her little quip, a look that would send most of his men running even if they caught him on the privvy when he made it. He'd been blessed with a penetrating gaze ever since he was a boy, and he merely grew into the man that could back up any silent threat from his look. He was about to tell her to go and find 'berth' elsewhere, meaning she was dismissed to sleep on the deck or jump overboard, but Reeve with the dessert interrupted his thoughts. 

He wasn't entirely sure if she could speak Tilean or if she just knew that from having been aboard the same man's ship, but she was here for another few days if not a week, depending on the weather. He'd find out. Gingerly he reached down and picked up a spoon that was embedded into his custard and decided to taste the dish. It certainly smelled good. He had a bit of custard and then the pudding, the sugar sticking to his taste buds warmly after having his fair share alcohol.

"The attack on the ship was worth it for this cook." He commented, letting it slide down his throat. As he continued to eat, he began with. "So, Lady Von Morganstern. Since this man...Vissendorf? Isn't guaranteed to pay any sizeable ransom, I need to figure out what to do with you. Maybe the cook's assistant. As good as this is I'm sure he's doing this to stay alive and he won't have this kind of energy forever. If you're not up to the task, we could sell you or at least the dress." 

While all were viable options, he mostly wanted to see how she reacted. She'd given him very little in the way of options or promises so far.