Oh, this is...rapidly straying into conversational territory that is the opposite of flirty. Lucius is neither prepared nor particularly excited to delve in this direction--but--this man is...a sight. His cute smile falters a bit and he leans forward on the table, bracing himself with both his elbows above folded arms.
"Oh, you know, same as everyone who becomes a pirate," he says vaguely, making that sentence as gentle a preamble as possible. "Desperation? Hunger? A sincere desire not to be stoned to death or put in stocks? Nothing special."
He considers his glass of wine and cocks a brow at his new, very tall friend. A friend he has not introduced himself to!
"Lucius Spriggs, by the way," he says and holds out a hand to shake. His hands are clearly not those of a man who works hard, does manual labor, or carries sharp things. In fact, he seems to have stains in all the spots that would indicate he spends a great deal of time writing and drawing.
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"Oh, you know, same as everyone who becomes a pirate," he says vaguely, making that sentence as gentle a preamble as possible. "Desperation? Hunger? A sincere desire not to be stoned to death or put in stocks? Nothing special."
He considers his glass of wine and cocks a brow at his new, very tall friend. A friend he has not introduced himself to!
"Lucius Spriggs, by the way," he says and holds out a hand to shake. His hands are clearly not those of a man who works hard, does manual labor, or carries sharp things. In fact, he seems to have stains in all the spots that would indicate he spends a great deal of time writing and drawing.