Anticipation made her stand still as he approached, trying to remain in control over her senses, which strained to be sent reeling at his nearness. Morgana lifted her head proudly as he gripped her chin, staring straight into his eyes. Her nostrils flared at the strong scent of rum on his breath but she did not pull away, her eyes an icy blue as she held his gaze.
Speaking in a low murmur as well, Morgana replied, "Yes, if you are willing. Plunder it, steal all of it's treasures, then make the people scream, turn the oceans red with their blood-" She drew in a sharp breathe, the curves of her breasts swelling over the top of her corseted bodice, the images of what he could do to the unsuspecting ship making her eyes darken, though she did not look away from him. "Then make them all burn."