T was bigger than she remembered, mostly because when she thought of him, they were equal in every way. His height was not a bad thing, though. It was one of the many things that made him so completely him and she really, really adored him. She really enjoyed his reaction to her, too. She had never fancied herself sexy, by any means, but fuck if the way he was looking at her didn't make her feel like she was, like she was the sexiest witch in the world. Correction: sexiest pirate witch. Which, admittedly, was probably true considering that most of the ones she'd met were kind of dirty and missing teeth...and sometimes limbs.
She also really liked the invitation that the Baron's unfastened clothing presented and, as she sauntered toward him, she knew the look on her face portrayed that exceptionally well.
"Aye," she replied, grinning and having at least understood what his French was asking. "But it's been near a week since I walked anyone's plank and I was hoping you'd like to shiver me timbers. I told you I was bringing home some booty for you to plunder, Baron," she grinned darkly, amused to no end at her creative use of pirate catch phrases.