The hair ruffle, he used to do that all the time - or at least, not this Hook, but the other one. Neal remembered it fondly. There was also a whole mop of floppy hair to ruffle, it really was quite the impressive style for a young man who had probably gone an eon without a trim. "I'm not good at behaving myself," he confessed, like it was such a big secret. Not so much.
"Especially when it involves sitting on my ass. But I promise when we go I'll be well enough. I don't want to die on your sad little rowboat."