[ considering the sundry persons that inhabit the city, to be counted among the most interesting would please him far too much, if he knew. roxy, when he met her the first time, interested him quite a bit, but he never got to know her as well as he would've liked. in his many years of sailing and pirating, he's learned as much about the world as he has about the different types of people that populate it. some people are exactly on the inside as they appear on the outside; roxy is not one of them, and he suspects there's not just one, but several facets to her that he's yet to uncover.
in the meantime, he's more than content to appreciate the outside. his compliment to her wasn't empty flattery. sometimes he likes to imagine the women he meets here in the fashion of his time, but as beautiful as roxy would look in a dress with a tapered bodice and long, billowing skirt, her clothing now somehow has the same effect. for his part, he could make a greater effort to blend in — if he wanted to. but even after becoming accustomed to jeans and joggers and t-shirts, he still favors his own style of clothing. after all, in his world, the (stolen) finery is a point of pride as well as a political statement, and he takes great joy in flaunting it.
at her compliment, his grin widens 'charming but cheeky' is essentially his modus operandi. ]
All's the better that we met in person, now, aren't it? [ releasing her hand, he moves to the side to open the door. ] Let's to it. After you, missy.
[ once they're inside, cassidy leads them to the bar, nudging someone else aside to make room. there's an empty table nearby they can occupy once they have their drinks. he has to raise his voice slightly above the din when he turns to her and asks, ] What be your poison?
no worries!! i hope the move went well c:
in the meantime, he's more than content to appreciate the outside. his compliment to her wasn't empty flattery. sometimes he likes to imagine the women he meets here in the fashion of his time, but as beautiful as roxy would look in a dress with a tapered bodice and long, billowing skirt, her clothing now somehow has the same effect. for his part, he could make a greater effort to blend in — if he wanted to. but even after becoming accustomed to jeans and joggers and t-shirts, he still favors his own style of clothing. after all, in his world, the (stolen) finery is a point of pride as well as a political statement, and he takes great joy in flaunting it.
at her compliment, his grin widens 'charming but cheeky' is essentially his modus operandi. ]
All's the better that we met in person, now, aren't it? [ releasing her hand, he moves to the side to open the door. ] Let's to it. After you, missy.
[ once they're inside, cassidy leads them to the bar, nudging someone else aside to make room. there's an empty table nearby they can occupy once they have their drinks. he has to raise his voice slightly above the din when he turns to her and asks, ] What be your poison?