Oh, she couldn't let that one pass without at least a severe glance and a shake of her head. But she tried hard to swallow her scathing remarks with a sip of white wine. Her disgust for him was quickly transformed into milder disgust for the wine. Or, no -- not disgust. Merely a constant state of surprise at just how strong the aftertaste could be. The wine itself was yards more drinkable than most of the bottles down at the bar, which is exactly why she and Sparrow kept a few bottles at the house.

"Charming. And you certainly didn't take advantage of that particular insanity at all, did you?" Her voice dripped with oh-okay-fine just a little scathingosity.

Kudos, though. She never knew the thought would ever cross her mind but she now knew just how challenging a bit of hanky panky up in the fighting tops could be. It was hard not to hear Horner's story and not be at least shallowly impressed.