He grunted, draining this glass now and leaned forward, resting elbows to knees, fingers curling in and out. "I don't have a good track record of keeping ladies in my life long." And he gave Thatch a pathetic sidelong glance. "And she's the type I wouldn't mind keeping around."

Ug, stating that felt stupid. He'd fallen for someone back home fast too, and look where that got her? Held hostage by crazies and possibly dead. "She's actually better off sailing under Grell then around me." God, why can't he stick to one night stands and brothels.