It should have been so strange; connecting with someone, he quite literally just met, so quickly. But she was certainly his kind of crazy. Even as she softly laughed as his hook so softly caressed her stomach Harry's just smile more.
A fight to the death seemed like the perfect way to thin the herd. Already the few pirate who really did want to join him, before Hook ever threatened their lives, were drawing their swords and leaping into the fray. Yet Hook's own gaze shifted when she posed the question, and as Gwen turned to wrap her arms around him that hook of his moved too; brushing across her backside for a moment. "Oh it's a real hook, luv, used to belong to my father. Sadly the damn croc wouldn't take my hand so I just use it with a hilt and grip....it's my way of honoring the old man."
As if to tease her, or just for the hell of it, his hand moved between them until she could feel the tip of the hook so lightly raking along her bare inner thigh...leaving faint little red marks along her flawless flesh. "Feels real enough, Gwen?"