[His arms are folded across his chest, sleeves conceal the sunburnt forearms and their plethora of scars but his hands are worn, knuckles that have broadened from the breaking of the bone. For some, it's a defensive posture, reactive to some fell thing. For James, it's something he wears easily as he nods out towards the crowd. ]
I'm certain you could find a young lady keen to show you the ropes.
[It isn't as if he's unattractive. If anything, the look of him puts Flint in the mind of Billy, who could've had a lady in every port from Nassau to Havana if he'd ever been so inclined.]
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I'm certain you could find a young lady keen to show you the ropes.
[It isn't as if he's unattractive. If anything, the look of him puts Flint in the mind of Billy, who could've had a lady in every port from Nassau to Havana if he'd ever been so inclined.]