"Dunno.. takes mos' people two han's t' hold it." The smile that crossed his face was criminal and charming at the same time. Playful, even. "Guess 'dat I ain' gotta charge y'.. if y' promise dat'cha gonna be real good." His words were a purr as he leaned away enough to finish his drink and slide the glass away.
"Y' done here?" Because the red-head, apparently, was ready to go. Who could blame him? Look at the piece of meat he got to bring home. And yeah, he planned to bring the one-handed pirate home. He, after all, had an apartment.. and he didn't know if this guy was living in the barracks or not.