[There's a pause again, and the blush that was dying down flares up at the idea of sex at night, in public, where it would have been easy to be caught. He can't get over that. Just like he can't figure out how someone would fuck with smoke. And he's considering begging for more details on that one.

But then everything kind of shifts back to a more serious front.] I wanna stick close to my brothers. But I think... things are different now and I don't know how to handle it. Working for Namur is a promised job, just like that. I'd make good money and I could be involved. [He rolls his eyes, suddenly a little irritated looking.] This is stupid, but fuck, I don't want to do anything that involves pain, or violence at this point. I've had my fill for a while, and I know it makes me a shitty pirate, ex-pirate, whatever but I'm fucking tired and I don't want to so much as raise a fist at the moment. But I need to work and earn my keep, you know?