Next round's on me, then. [He's pretty sure that dude for was going for Kidd, but he's in a good mood. He'll pull out some coins and slide it her way. He's good for it, after all. All the money he could want now.]
You wound me. [Because this is still banter, and also because that hint of sincerity as she leans into him is slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't... Want her to have faith in him only to be disappointed. Caroline had faith, and he's aware enough to know that he's a shite husband, that she put her faith in the wrong man. That it wasn't really her that gave up on him.
That's a sobering thought as he leans in and chucks Kidd gently on the chin with his knuckles.] My interests suit me just fine. What man doesn't want to have all the riches he can steal? [But it's obvious by now that they're hollow words. He's either not drunk enough or too drunk for this kind of talk.]
You think I haven't been proving myself, Mary? [He leans back in his seat, still careful to keep her name nothing but a whisper.] Aye, I agree with all that. But I have the respect of my crew [sort of] and the men I deal with [most days] and I... [He trails off, drinking instead. Not drunk enough, too drunk.] What would you have me do, eh?
[Because he's not stupid enough to think she's not talking about him.]
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Date: 2013-11-28 11:43 pm (UTC)You wound me. [Because this is still banter, and also because that hint of sincerity as she leans into him is slightly uncomfortable. He doesn't... Want her to have faith in him only to be disappointed. Caroline had faith, and he's aware enough to know that he's a shite husband, that she put her faith in the wrong man. That it wasn't really her that gave up on him.
That's a sobering thought as he leans in and chucks Kidd gently on the chin with his knuckles.] My interests suit me just fine. What man doesn't want to have all the riches he can steal? [But it's obvious by now that they're hollow words. He's either not drunk enough or too drunk for this kind of talk.]
You think I haven't been proving myself, Mary? [He leans back in his seat, still careful to keep her name nothing but a whisper.] Aye, I agree with all that. But I have the respect of my crew [sort of] and the men I deal with [most days] and I... [He trails off, drinking instead. Not drunk enough, too drunk.] What would you have me do, eh?
[Because he's not stupid enough to think she's not talking about him.]