[ jeans weren't right, but the breeches cassidy arrived in were still only made of canvas, not leather. canvas and wool and silk were already hot enough fabrics to be wearing in the caribbean, let alone leather. the weather in eudio lent much more nicely to that particular fashion choice.

his grin only widened at vex's greeting. it was almost like he was someone cassidy might run into in a tavern in nassau, his outfit and the fact that he was, apparently, a fae notwithstanding. he took a hearty drink from his mug before answering. ]

I don't possess leather breeches at the moment, and more's the pity. [ his grin turned sly. ] Unless you were inclined to give me yours.

[ was this the eighteenth-century pirate equivalent of 'your pants would look better on my floor'? possibly, if the look he gave vex was any indication. ]

What time are you from, exactly? By your accent, I were assuming a later one than mine. [ which would make him... centuries old. but that part went unspoken, for now. it was probably normal for fae, but he'd never gotten to know one well enough to find out. ]