He didn't need an explanation of what a stripper was (he knew what stripping was, he could really guess), but after hearing more details he found the idea rather intriguing. There certainly wasn't much in the way of whores in this place, though he rarely had to resort to paying for sex. There was always a woman out there who seemed to be willing to jump in his bed, why in the world should he pay her for it? Every woman was someone's daughter, and in his opinion, he didn't see anything wrong with a lady taking off her clothes for an occupation if that was what she enjoyed. Danny was likely thinking through the eye of a father, rather than the eye of a man. And oddly enough, Hook found he respected that.
Even though he still wanted to see strippers for himself. Just for curiosities sake, of course. "Ladies that undress for the pleasure of an audience exist in this terrible blight of a town?"
Surprisingly enough, the pirate did not comment on the dull, debauchery-less party. He was not likely to attend so it didn't much matter if there were strippers or not. He was surprisingly impressed by Danny's candor regarding his lady. It was an emotion he vaguely remembered, back when Milah had still been alive. He decidedly did not want to think of Milah, but he offered the man rather genuine advice, "Keep her close and keep her safe, then. You never know how much time you'll have."
He knocked back the entirety of his remaining drink, willing his unwanted thoughts away. "Oy, that's rather harsh. The poor man is sitting right here." The pirate said, a dry chuckle escaping him.