For half a second Luneth uncurled his fingers as her head shook, but then, seeming to realize she wasn't shaking them off, the long digits curled back a bit more than before, even. The fingertips softly brushed back over the top of her head, closing from more of a brush of hair to a rub of scalp. When her eyes looked up, his own swiftly moved up from the rest of her body to her face in kind.<br/><br/>"I've known a fair helping of wanderlust myself," he answered, "But ah, I said admitting truth before, and that's a true but not very<em>particular</em>reason. I could also answer 'ye invited a going-out for drinks after this was all over, and I was making sure ye didn't skip down on me afore.' That's particular but not true - or perhaps it is, but an incomplete enough truth to be a deception."<br/><br/>His hand circled back, caressing the edge of her ear and the side of her throat, until it lightly outlined her cheek and chin like a fragment of a mask. He studied her unique features for a split-second, then caressed his thumb across her lower lip and tugged it down. "Now, normally there are a few things I'd feign admit to a girl, while I had her all alone out at sea, lest it appear a cornering, a taking advantage, or ulterior all along. Fact is, none-too-lily-livered tigerlily Rose, we both know ye, though, could either plane-hop right back to shore again- which ye can do with no slight taken if ye're growing short on time or patience - or knock the fresh rogue overboard himself. Such as it is, then, I don't feel too much the scoundrel - just about the right measure of scoundrel, as it happens - revealing that I don't think I'll quietly settle for just a drink from ye or ye from me. Leastways not the type that burns dandy gullets at the Mermaid or the Freedom's Crown."