If you counted the number of people Hook had known for maybe an hour or so and then proceeded to entertain in his lifetime, you'd quickly run out of fingers and toes. That was just the way it was, for him and his crew - well, before Milah. But that was a whole different circumstance. Having a woman on a pirate ship was breaking all sorts of code - the lack of women was why the swarthy men turned to each other, and he was used to that, really didn't give a fuck either way. What he was also used to was the women who sullied the gutters with his name, women who liked to be lied to in random shacks on the shore - they'd get all excited about fishing and the call of birds across the sea, but even they knew those sheets would be cool in the morning.
A bit difficult to manage that here, in a town the size of a postage stamp.
So, breakfast it was. Besides, it was polite. And he wanted to ensure repeat performances. That wouldn't happen if he just kicked the fellow out while he was holding his pants.
The twins were probably going to shake their heads at him, but Killian didn't care. Ariel was gone (he was grieving, mourning, but when had he ever done that in a healthy way? Never, not once in 300 years) and he was back to drinking, back to carousing, because everything about this place was a lie and what did it matter, anything he did? He'd died three times only to be brought back again and spared the luxury of a proper lights-out. "I'm impressed you remember my name, Murdock," spoke the pirate, who was busy pulling out a carton of eggs from the fridge, hook in its brace attached to his opposite arm - the shirt he was wearing was long-sleeved, and he was mostly dressed anyway. The blindness of the other man, Killian hadn't known about before but of course he figured it out - not like it mattered, in the scheme of things. It was only a shame Murdock couldn't fully take in how devilishly handsome the Captain was, however. That was really the only drawback. Everything else? No complaints. He'd fully enjoyed himself, thank you.
"But let's see. I've been stuck here almost a year, if you can believe it." Because he really couldn't sometimes. "As for facts about myself, former Naval Lieutenant - " That wasn't a fact he shared with just anyone, but he'd make an exception for people he had seen naked, "Captain of the Jolly Roger, and prisoner of Neverland for...many hundreds of years. I also don't quite understand modern shit like Jello or those tiny talking devices, but the dark brew's alright. Here."
He slid a steaming mug of coffee beneath Matt's nose, on the table, and then dragged his fingers through the man's hair - pet, pet. "Tell me how you want your eggs too, if you don't mind."