The blond's reply was a rueful chuckle.  "He might have once.  He's lost one or two to pirates in my life.  It always lead to a lean season or three for us, but I shouldn't complain.  Even then I ate meat on Oathday and had oil for my lamp and a book for an evening's study."<br/><br/>Her cheeks colored in memory of his compliment to her smile.  The blond turned and reached up to touch the elfkin's cheek.  "Your a scoundrel, boyo, making a girl's heart race like that."