Re: The stairwell to the eighth floor, 12:03 AM.
He looked over at her, somewhat empathizing with her irritation but at the same time feeling like it wasn't going to get them anywhere. Forcing a hand through his hair, he tried his hardest not to be terribly frustrated and missing his L337speak times.
"No. The likes of meself don't say words like 'bilge-sucking' and 'hornswaggle' yet they're coming to me like barnacles to a good keelhauling. Maybe...maybe I was a seadog. Ye think it's possible?"