KJ himself was not the sort to be shy about undressing. Stripping certainly wasn't his first idea if he ever found himself in need of work but he would not in the slightest be ashamed of it. He was a good looking chap, if one could get past his missing hand. He was certain he wouldn't mind stripping, especially for pay. He doubted the occasion would ever arise, but it was an amusing idea to say the least. "I'd agree with you there. This place is so bloody dull." Strippers sounded far too enjoyable for a place like this.
"A big ball of fluff, is he?" Repeated the pirate, clearly amused. Somehow the term seemed even more ridiculous in an Irish brogue. It was odd to witness a pair of men getting along. Jones hadn't had male companionship in a long time. He'd gotten on decently well with his crew but it had never been the same after Milah died. He'd changed after that, and even the crew knew it, though most had followed him to their deaths all the same.
Hook was skeptical at the invitation. He wasn't sure how fun it sounded, honestly, and he hoped to be far gone by then. However, in attempts to not be offensive, he shrugged. "I appreciate the offer, mate." That wasn't quite the same as accepting.