Hah! Well, I'm quite the dashing rogue, I'll give you that.

[He says it, but the blush remains, a vague motion of his hands which denotes self-consciousness, quickly concealed as he folds his arms across the broad plane of his chest.]

And I suppose I can't help catching one's eye, I do rather stand out, don't I?

[The red hair, the eye-patch, the height, the faintly villainous attire, but--]

But I daresay you do, too. Perhaps I'm the one who ought to be worried.