A thousand different responses immediately came to mind, ranging from rude to funny to politely puzzled, but he remained silent, staring at Deirdre. Then he stood, draining his wine glass. "I need more than merlot to answer that question," he growled, and he stalked into the kitchen, pouring two glasses of whiskey, neat, before returning to the living room.
He thrust a glass at her before downing his, and then he took a deep breath. "What would you think if I said 'Captain Hook'?" He was grateful, at least, he didn't see himself as something really ridiculous, like Tinkerbell; a pirate, at least, could be vaguely complimentary.