"Pirates don't earn respect," Kurt said earnestly and put a hand on Pietro's shoulder to lean in because what he had to say was obviously a revelation. "They plunder it." He clinked his beer against Pietro's- well, tried to and missed, but got it right on the second go- with a solemn nod. Kurt was a teacher, he had to earn the student's respect. He knew how cruel children could be; they would not respect his bandanna at all. Maybe his rapiers but those weren't a particularly useful educating tool unless he was teaching fencing. "We should have a class on fencing at the school, ja?" he proposed and took a gulp of beer.