[The return of his bright smile comes ready and quick-- he's eager enough to let those particular remembrances go, feels more cleanly done with that particular chapter in his life than he had 6 months ago. His time in Duplicity, it has changed things, or begun to.
He leans back against the railings himself, elbows propped high, turns his head just slightly towards the fake ocean that nonetheless looks (smells, feels) so much like the real thing. The slight movement goes some way towards hiding the flush that colours his cheeks, stretches over the bridge of his nose.]
Oh. Hah. Well. Really, you're too kind. Charming maybe, but a rogue and a scoundrel all the same.
[His smile though, it becomes a wicked thing. Playful around the edges.]
But! What better place for a rogue and a scoundrel than sailing the high seas, eh?
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He leans back against the railings himself, elbows propped high, turns his head just slightly towards the fake ocean that nonetheless looks (smells, feels) so much like the real thing. The slight movement goes some way towards hiding the flush that colours his cheeks, stretches over the bridge of his nose.]
Oh. Hah. Well. Really, you're too kind. Charming maybe, but a rogue and a scoundrel all the same.
[His smile though, it becomes a wicked thing. Playful around the edges.]
But! What better place for a rogue and a scoundrel than sailing the high seas, eh?