His lips twitch, as if he might grin or smile but decided against it. His expression remains as cold and unreadable as a damnable rock. It doesn't really show, but the gears in his head are working quite quickly. She's a captain of a ship...and she doesn't look like any sort of merchant. The rough and tumble lad at her side could be a guard for a merchant vessel, but... with a name like 'Captain Blood' on a ship called the 'Phantom'? Sounded more like pirates to him.<br/><br/>In fact, the more he thought about it, he was sure he could vaguely recall some story about that ship and its crew. But that may very well be his imagination playing tricks on him.  "Oh, I'm naught but a humble vagrant looking to make my way up in the world... no matter whose throat I have to cut." Their was the slightest hint of sarcasm to flavor his words when he called himself a 'humble vagrant'.<br/><br/>He chose his words specifically to try and get a reaction from her; it was that reaction that he would use to see if he was correct in his assumption she was a pirate, or if she were something else.