See: Who needed to pay for it? Not Captain Killian "Hook" Jones, that was for sure.
Recapping the rum bottle, Killian tucked it safely into his jacket pocket, a feat requiring most men use both hands to accomplish. But the pirate used hook, hand and teeth; the Cajun could rest assured Killian would be using all three to show the glasses-wearing bloke a good time that night, too.
"Aye, lead the way, love."
As they stood, it became apparent the pirate had several inches over the Cajun - owed entirely to black, salt-stained knee-high cavalier boots and their fancy drop heels. A long, heavy cloak fell inch for inch from the captain's shoulders, side sword tucked into the billows of split tails as he bowed and stepped aside, allowing evening's companion to lead them from the crowded bar out into the street.
How lacking space felt, even in that entirely normal moment for the missing sea breeze.