[ Rafa takes both hands now, and traces curious fingers over both scars. As Cassidy weaves that tale Rafa can see it; the eager sailor, fighting to save the ship from wreck. It must have bled afterwards. He dips his head, kissing the other hand now, and then he reaches to take his glass. ]

From cabin boy to Captain in less than five years. That is no mean feat. The scars made these hands strong.

[ He touches his glass to Cassidy's and then kicks back the drink, which is also strong. The burn in his throat his a pleasing one, which leaves his eyes warmer than before. ]

I miss getting drunk, I admit that. I always did like to indulge, but there are other vices open to me. Enough of this, and perhaps I'll feel it for a while. I want more of your stories.

[ He signals the bartender to leave the bottle with them, and then settles, his hand on his own chin. ]

Where is your favourite place to go? Tell me about it.