Killian rather detested the house that was designated for him. It was much too large for one person, and as far from a pirate ship as any house could get. It was cavernous and grand and intricately decorated and he despised every bit of it. He tried to avoid even spending time there when he could help it, but sadly, lately he couldn't. He would still camp out at the lake on occasion but it was hot and almost swampy, which was not particularly conducive to sleep. Not that he slept well, anyway, but hot and swampy certainly didn't make things easier. But he kept plenty of things here (or at least, things he'd acquired legally) and that meant he had to stop in every once and awhile.
Besides, not that he'd admit it, but he was kind of fond of air conditioning.
He was not expecting company. Regina seemed to have fucked off and he might be better off that way. He liked his heart in his chest, thank you kindly. The company that greeted him was a pleasant surprise, however, and he noted her the second he walked in. He was buzzed but certainly not so impaired that he’d miss a beautiful lady waiting for him. Elle was a pretty girl, with a naughty side. That he could certainly appreciate. She didn't expect a ring or an sonnet expressing his undying love before allowing him to touch her, which he certainly appreciated. She was fun, and he needed fun. She might be an even better distraction than getting drunk.
"Hello there, kitten," The pirate purred, sounding pleased to see her. She was a proactive girl who took what she wanted, and he had to admire that in a lady. Changing his course from the kitchen to move behind the sofa where she was seated, he eyed the small ball of white light she was toying with for a moment. Her magic was intriguing, to say the least. He'd never seen anything like it. Back in the Enchanted Forest, magical individuals tossed about fireballs like it was going out of style. But he found the sparking, crackling electricity quite enchanting. Elle had used it on him a couple times, but he'd certainly had worse. She had pushed the limits a time or two, but he was also skilled at playing rough. It hadn't bothered him too much. He wasn't dead, after all, so clearly she could have done worse. Not to say it didn't hurt, but he had survived.
Maybe a part of him liked to be in pain.
He was aware the girl might lob the spark at him, but he was a man who enjoyed living dangerously. Instead of being wary, he leaned down before pulling her blonde hair back to press a kiss to her neck. Who said he couldn't be charming? "Are you hungry? I'm ravenous." Somehow, his tone implied he was no longer thinking about food.