"You look handsome, as always," she laughed, teacakes and the posh London lilt. So out of place here in the hooooooo-rah of 'Murrica, in its current state. Then Wendy crossed the distance between them, pulling James down after he takes her bag so gallantly - just so she could kiss him properly, a fond and very warm press of her mouth to his. Right before dainty fingers uncurled from the front of his shirt to let him go. "I don't think I've ever seen you in jeans before? Perhaps once."
Wendy just almost always wears a skirt or a dress, however. That is also in her nature.
"And the dream was you bringing me to your ship, and informing me that you're obsessed with me. Very charming, James," she grinned at him. "I think you've got enough sense to ask me to be on your pirate crew as an actual member and not just as womanly fodder."