Oh, rawr. Killian let himself be pulled in - closer, closer, beckoned by his favorite number-crunching lover. "I know what productivity does to you," he agreed, sea-scalded accent wrapping around the words and ever so pleased, before he went in for a kiss - hard and dizzying, right there in public and he cared not one iota. "And stealing does the same thing too, apparently. Perhaps there's hope for you yet, as a pirate."
There was no doubt about it - he'd have Stanley join his pirate crew. Maybe wrestle him for the position of Captain if he thought he could take over - it'd be a good fight. Ending in a fuckfest, no doubt - as they were prone to getting up to now.
Perhaps they could even work one in after making sure Nameless Turtle was all settled in. Sounded like another fun way to be productive.