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To say he enjoyed the physical contact would be a bit of an understatement. Sure he was an infamous dread pirate- but this is where he really got to enjoy himself, plundering ships and plundering women, and yet somehow both held their own hidden treasures. Rubber was strangely drawn in by the white gleam of the Nekos fangs- they were formidable to say the least, and probably not a good idea to be anywhere near if one was to annoy the woman.

“Why don’t you get comfy too, Captain? You must have been sitting in that chair for quite a long time… Perhaps you could use a bit of a massage?” He gave a cocky half smile as he looked down at the Neko- now nestling up against his shoulder, which tensed involuntarily at the contact, he tilted his head slightly and pulled back in thought. "Ye know, I once knew of an assassin who would kill people with massages, managed to relax the muscles to the poin' where the organs themselves just upped and stopped." He ran his tongue over his teeth as he remembered that particular incident. "How do I know, you won't be jus' as relaxing eh dear lass?"

He gently reached up and placed a hand on the top of her head, just missing her pointed ears, and slowly stroked through a few curls of silver hair, his fingers interweaving with the shining strands as he pulled his hand away. His eyes tracked his hand for a minute before coming back to meet the Nekos own eyes with a devious light in his eyes. "I suppose there ain't much of a better way to find out just how much feline flexibility ye managed to have really. Now tha' is somethin' the crew would jump overboard to see I can tell ye now."