"Well, it's not like I went very far. You obviously got off the bloody island before I did," Killian said, letting go of Neal's hand once he was in the boat. Then the Captain made sure they had everything - supplies were stashed on the small-but-hardy vessel, a handmade anchor and such, traps and fishing nets and a rod, but he didn't plan on doing much fishing out there right now - and then pushed off. Thar she goes!
He jumped into the boat, grabbing one of the oars to propel them out on the water. And of course tossed Neal a bit of a devilish smirk, the kind that said he'd done it all and then some, and would someday float to Hell on a boat he constructed himself, probably. "A sure thing, are you?"
Well, that was tempting. Killian was still cautious though, especially when it came to feelings. He probably would be for awhile. But his heart was still recovering, barely gurgling there in his chest - he needed time.
However, that wouldn't stop him from seducing whomever the fuck he wanted to seduce. "Don't tip this boat over, then, in your excitement. We'll be eaten by lake monsters, it'll kill the mood."