<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Amara Smite<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Amara smirked upon hearing Alumaya's question, he was quite direct about it, and had she been a lady he would have gotten himself slapped. Of course, had she been a lady he wouldn't have had the chance because she probably wouldn't be shirtless when she slept, so in realty the situation was quite normal. Though for his character, it was still a strange question. He was quite a gentlemen, at least as pirates went. Not that she had anything to compare him to, but much of the other crew was on land, drinking, gambling, and doing who knew how many wenches in their stay. He didn't, could have been her company, but she highly doubted it. When she slept she slept like the dead, and when she was tired nothing would dare disturb her. She was the surgeon of the ship after all, she knew just where to cut and how deep to silence someone for the rest of time.<br/><br/>"The ladies do need air on occasion."<br/><br/>She rested her elbow on her knee as she looked at him, the smirk still on her face. She had thought he was asleep, so the fact that he even knew that staggered her. Rather made her curious as to how many other nights he was sleeping... When he really wasn't. It didn't bother her however, it's not like she had anything to hide. She'd seen every member of the crew including the captain with their shirts off, and many with no pants. That was part of her job, fixing up the foolish.<br/><br/>"If it makes you feel more comfortable, you can start sleeping without pants, we'll call it square." Amara winked at him as she lowered her boot from the box and stood up before putting on her belt.