Taking advantage of sensitive, heated skin, the dastardly pirate used the hook - coyly stroking the curve of the metal over rippling abdomen muscle, just a bit, and crawled in close to nuzzle his nose (burrow, actually) in the space between neck and shoulder. The scent of lust and pheromones always did make a room give off a pleasant aroma. Nothing dainty about it in this case either.
"As do I," Killian agreed. "Though I've had my share of bad company and questionable surfaces. Happens when you're as old as I am, I gather." But no need to worry about that from happening again - all of his previous situations ended tragically too, but he'd avoid it if he could help it. No murder, no hearts being ripped out and crushed in front of him. "You still have to show me your...magic." Besides the obvious kind involving his large staff.