John Silver (parody)

"How surprising." A subtle tick of my brows accompanies the murmured rebuttal. At least he isn't complaining about Mister Ashby anymore. If anything, I can consider that a win in my favor.

My arm settles around him; the only movement offered. "The fact that you were going to say anything is enough to refuse it." The response delivered with the faintest smile.

"No..." Murmured lazily, eyes remaining closed and relaxation uninhibited.

Blissfully unaware of the irritation I’d caused—because, let’s be honest, I’d developed a rather impressive penchant for irritating him in our earliest encounter—I continue to saunter around the room. “Well, I’m not, really…” I turned in place until my sights met him, “I—

/Take in an opera/.... The choice of words is enough to make me cringe. How vulgar an insult. "I hadn't guessed you to be the sort of man who would be interested in art." Or anything else that required a semblance of etiquette to muster.

"Monsieur Silver... What a surprise." Though the /kind/ of surprise has yet to be determined.

—the ONLY thing classifying the man before me as a pirate was his presence aboard that ship. And his astonishing ability to weasel his way onto it in the first place. "You might add, as well, your exceptional careening and navigation."

“I see.” My brows twitch as I accept the fact with feigned surprise. “Well, I suppose…hang on…” My brows notch for a moment before they lift above widening eyes, “‘Among other things?!’” A smile pulls at my lips as I cross my arms over my chest, “And what kind of things—

— fearsome. In fact, they would have an easier argument in saying that Betsy was more suited to the task.