He didn't know if he should be insulted. Was this so uncharacteristic of him? He'd certainly argued with her more than anyone on the ship, but she had worked the least out of everyone, she had been made a part of the crew without any hazing or pledge of loyalty. Of course she had risen quiet rapidly to become 'Captain's woman' due to saving his life and a good lay, but that had been in her interests as well. He grabbed the second pint, and drained it fully before her eyes, small streams of ale sliding down his neck until it was all in his belly. 

He clapped the flagon on the table, wiping his mouth with his forearm. "You're a part of the crew and I haven't treated you like it." It was as blatant an admission as any he'd give. "I made the lads treat you with respect but I haven't, so I'm setting it right, got it?" He held back the bit of dangerous anger that flared up in him, which just made him seem that more more thoughtful. He slid the flagon away to bump into his knives, the light of the lamps dancing on their mirror polish. 

Once he calmed a bit, his casual captain's control of the situation took the helm once more, though he didn't change his tune. "We're going to fight in the future. That's about as sure as the sun rising. But you're still my woman, if you haven't changed your mind. So..." Now Markus would prove it. He reached over to the sack, which turned out to be wrapped silk of blue. Pulling it to him, he gingerly unwrapped it one small movement at a time. 

"I killed a man today. A rich bastard. I took every jeweled thing he had off his corpse, thinking to sell it so I could add to our savings. Instead... I sold them and got this." 

When the last bit of silk was pulled aside, the room suddenly brightened as if the light of the moon peered through a window they couldn't see. There by his callused fingers was a necklace. A interlinked bronze chord held dearly a sea blue sapphire that could swallow an onlooker with its deep beauty, framed by a thick collection of pure gold tears, like the tears of the sun radiating off of the jewel in a broad wave six deep, five deep, four deep, until it had fully thinned and tapered off into the bronze chord once more. 

Markus slid out of his chair, letting hang the necklace so she could continue to appreciated it. He slid his strong fingers along her hair and lifted it so he could clasp it upon her neck, the necklace now draped just above her chest. "You like it? It's yours. If we're together, we share in the wealth." He said with simple pragmatism. "Besides, tomorrow I was invited to an expensive gathering and I need a date." He wasn't going to order her to, nor was the gift a bribe. 

"So how bout it. Wanna go on a date? Maybe fuck some shit up if things go south?"