She took another good look at the man, her gaze lingering a bit more this time around. He was very good looking, though she usually skewed younger: mid-twenties to mid-thirties at the very most. Bella immediately waved her concern away—age wasn’t of any importance when you looked like that.
“Maybe you just need sturdier recruits, darling,” Arabella replied lightly, eyeing the dragoon with amusement. Arabella would hardly consider such a comment “too forward.” In her books, “too forward” involved vulgarity and roaming hands; no, she considered this sort of banter friendly. “Or maybe us corsairs are simply made of stronger stuff than your Fighters Guild recruits.”