[ Her eyes lower to his hold, where his fingers curl around it. Smiling still, softer, she did not expect that from him. Sure enough the joked about it but even so. Her thumb sweeps across the back of his knuckles. A coax there, if patient. ]
Pay it not much mind, my Captain. I would rather be free and a whore, than what they call respectable.
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Pay it not much mind, my Captain. I would rather be free and a whore, than what they call respectable.