All right, well. He was expecting a bit of ribbing, some kind of comment on his appearance or fondness for leather, and instead she just opens her mouth and closes it. That's . . . new? If only he'd realized he could so easily disarm her with not-humorous jokes!

Except he doesn't have to be a mind reader to know something is bothering her. He doesn't even need to know her terribly well when she makes it so obvious. "Suitable to me," he says about the breakfast, but pirates do tend to be easy to please. Fresh, not hardtack or overly salted? Could be worse. "Are you going to tell me what is bothering you or not? You're about five times as tense as usual, and I didn't realize such a thing was possible."