“Oh,” He rolled his eyes, but forced a short smile on his lips in that same second. “I know, she’s quite beautiful.”
“You … preferred the compliment only to your eyes? I thought sailors near worshipped their ships.”
“The last thing women notice when they’re with me is my ship. I’m just impressed, lass.”
She turned a faintly sceptical gaze on him. “You didn’t look impressed. You looked annoyed.” Deliberately, then, she scanned him up, and down, lingering only briefly on the hook. “You’re very handsome, yes.”