He lowered the appendage, and began to remove his effects, swinging the satchel he wore up and over his frame. It went on a peg by the door, and then the strap that held his cutlass and sheath was removed next. He leaned the sword against a wall near the satchel, then proceeded to slip out of his long, black leather coat. That, too, went on the peg and once he was free of the weight he turned back to the girl whom was moving through his things.
"Who am I to keep you from what you desire?" Killian inquired, offering Effie a sly look. And he appreciated her not thumbing through the pages of his book. Perhaps one day he would show her the pages, but that was not this day.