Lucius gives her an apologetic sort of grimace and slides the midori between them. He drums his fingers on it and considers her tough, reproachful face. She could kick his ass but, really, so could a properly motivated seagull. He sighs.

"Of course you are," he agrees and clucks his tongue. He's being careful, conversational even. This is possibly the least judgmental and bitchy he's been so far. "And you've met many pirates before joining the crew?"