"Oh...oh sweetie," Lucius says before he can catch himself. He takes another long swig of the green liquer and sets the bottle aside. The folds his hands in front of him and waits, just a tic, for the 20% alcohol by volume to start kicking in.

"Repeat that for me, please. You're on the crew?" It's not said with any sort of derision. She's certainly not the youngest person he's ever seen press-ganged but, this, Stede Bonnet is, oh dear.

Nope, he still needs another swig and he sighs as he takes one.