[He can tell that his words hit somewhere close to home as he looks at Alysia, and the minute shifts in her expression. A slow smile spreads over his face as he keeps his eyes on her, letting her consider what he's talking about.

He's got nothing to lose, talking about his life in Nassau. He's got nothing to lose, telling her about what little he knows of this world. He's only got to gain here - a crew member is a crew member, whether it grew up in skirts of not.

He wonders about her life; where she's from, what she does, or used to do if she's not a native like him. Back home or here, Charles is keeping to his main rule; he is his own man, follows no one but himself. His freedom is his most prized possession, that he's fought for, time and again. It doesn't matter where he is, he's never giving it up.

But then, she tells him straight that he can't offer her what she wants. Charles grins then, giving a shake of his head.]

Probably not. But I can offer you a lot more than most men.

[It's as much another push at a job offer, and a proposition at the same time. He's been behaving himself until now, but he's relaxed since his wound is now stitched up and lathered in ointment - feeling less close to death reminds him that there's never a bad time to get laid.]

You don't look like someone who's given in to temptation very often. You should try it.

[He resists winking. Barely.]