"Big lot of bullshit if you ask me," he replied, his gaze boring into hers for a moment before it shifted down to his glass. His gaze was always either intense or unconcerned depending on his current mood.
Once again he lifted his glass and took a drink, draining it to about a fourth and this wasn't his first drink of the day. He'd started early that afternoon. Fuck, it was a cruise ship. Drinking at the crack of dawn was acceptable. Of course he didn't really give a rip what anyone thought was acceptable and what wasn't. If he wanted a drink, he was going to have one no matter the time. He just wasn't usually awake at the crack of dawn.
CJ looked down at her again, appreciating what he saw. "But I can see how it might be your cup of tea," he added, his smile widening into a grin. "I'm CJ." He offered his hand, expectantly.