Jack turned and gave her a tentative smile. "Anytime, dear." He admired her in the clothes briefly, his eyes traveling over her body. "They suit you." They weren't as good as a dress or corset that showed off ample cleavage, but they would do. Once Jack Sparrow, always Jack Sparrow. Shaking off this small train of thought, he added, "So, what of the Pearl? You have her, aye?" he asked again eagerly, as if he were a child about to receive a birthday present. It felt that way. After going without his beloved ship for this long, it did feel like he was getting a wonderful present. Aeryn was his favorite person at the moment.