[She laughs at once, entertained by the twists and turns of their interaction and the fact that he won't give in easily. Better still, it feels good to laugh. There aren't many things that have prompted a reaction like that since Pietro's death.]

I'd love one.

[She makes another passable attempt at a curtsy and steps forward to join him, more readily than their first dance. Expression alight with mirth, she finds herself far more focused on continuing their conversation than worrying about how well she dances. He's already proven himself capable of making up for any of her missteps.]

If you intend to keep me guessing perhaps you ought to tell me something of the other side of the coin. There are quite a few established cities and farms in the Caribbean in your time, aren't there? Law-abiding people who oppose piracy?