[Odd to think of the names of he and all his ilk as something consigned to history. Time is inexorable, and he's never been one of those proud men who thinks himself invincible. Flint has always known he'd die at the point of a sword, or a hangman's noose. And yet.
Anne. He makes a soft, faint little heh.]
You're still trying to discern whether or not I'm a pirate, then?
[Her tenacity is charming. He finds himself not especially minding her careful line of inquiry. She's not an especially skilled manipulator, but she's subtle about it, which is an intricacy of the craft most lack at the outset of their attempt.]
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Anne. He makes a soft, faint little heh.]
You're still trying to discern whether or not I'm a pirate, then?
[Her tenacity is charming. He finds himself not especially minding her careful line of inquiry. She's not an especially skilled manipulator, but she's subtle about it, which is an intricacy of the craft most lack at the outset of their attempt.]