Well, did that mean he might hit her intentionally? Quite a frightening thought. She'd had a hard enough time last time she got smacked in the face by a ship-part, she wasn't really interested in reliving the memory. She rubbed her cheek, as if the sheer thought of the incident made it hurt again.
"Well, if you insist, dear. I'm not going to twist your arm to give you a free meal. As disheartening as that is, I suppose I will just make-do on my own tonight." She interlaced her fingers, looking a touch coy. "I will go out and have a drink for both of our freedom. I'll see if the bartender will make a drink in your honor. Don't be surprised if the Kai Keahi turns out to be a fantastically popular drink! Now, if you don't mind, I don't think I can get down from here without landing on my face."
She paused, clearly expecting him to help her down as he had helped her up. This is what he got for living on a boat, of all things! She wasn't interested in breaking an ankle trying to clamber down from the damn thing.