"Well, that's so." No harm in admitting it. "Calliope, despite how others see her, is uniquely valuable to me, and would not steer me wrong. Therefore I have nothing to fear from you. And while it's true that no creature is completely at ease with themselves, there are very few people who intimidate me." It wasn't necessarily said as a challenge; merely a fact. "Though I must say, the only thing I can possibly divine about you that you've not told me yourself is that a Frenchwoman might keel over and die at your version of her language." The last few words were said in French, with a smirk. His English was accented in a strange way; not quite a normal American pronunciation. There was a lilt somewhere in there, and as a pirate, he'd obviously spent time in the Caribbean. He either spoke French or Spanish, and if he spoke French, it would be Caribbean, stunted and slangy.