Blue eyes stared directly back at mirrored glasses, Killian's reflection watching himself intently. He was well accustomed to propositions by working lasses, but never a working lad; they didn't exist in his world. The few who did never lasted long, discovered and killed for their supposed perversions, which made this a rare treat.
Not that Captain Hook paid for sex. Ever. He simply didn't see a need to part with gold when he could obtain something better for the right price of free.
"Even if I paid for such things, love-" Love. Immediate adoption of the feminine term as a dark smile spread over the pirate's lips. "-Haven't a penny to me name."
He had a pocketful of stolen jewelry and watches, of course, but no money for the handsome, Cajun prostitute. "Happy to keep ye warm tonight, though. Promise ye- whatever that lad would have paid ye, nothing like being with a one-handed pirate."