He got the desired reaction he sought, not wanting the girl to be anywhere near him. She reminded him of what he thought he couldn't have: a woman... She smelled of the high seas to him, and her impish ways made his dusty old heartbeat just a tiny bit faster. He hadn't touched a woman since Corine had disappeared. Ah, his beautiful Corine. He would have loved her if she'd not disappeared as she had, for he had made a connection with the lady of the night beyond boundaries. He wouldn't let another girl close to him... not when he couldn't trust her to see him beyond what he looked like.

He sighed as she seemed to get huffy, and started to turn to walk away... But then he pivoted to face her, head tilted, "I ain't the kind o' man ye should be cavortin' with anyway. I'm ugly and you're pretty." Why he said it out loud was beyond him, but it had been said nevertheless.