Killian Jones stumbled down the steps to his cabin aboard the Jolly Roger, struggling to keep himself from falling. He just may have had a bit too much to drink, perhaps. The sounds of the men still celebrating life continued above him as he leaned back against the wall, closing his eyes and feeling the breeze of the cool night air from the open window across the room, his open coat allowing his loose white shirt to flutter against his skin.

"Enjoying Neverland?"

Killian opened his eyes slowly, already knowing who the owner of the voice was. The demon child was back. Flew in through the window. Damn flying bug.

"Rum makes the entire world a pleasing adventure," Killian said. "But you're too young to drink it," he smirked, taunting the demon.

Peter Pan raised a questioning eyebrow. "And you're too young to know what a "real" adventure is."

"I have sailed more seas than you, boy," Captain Hook closed his eyes again and leaned back his head, deciding to enjoy the effects of alcohol a bit more.

"Have you, Captain? Do you really believe that?"

The Captain opened one eye and squinted out of curiosity.

"How long did it take you to learn how to sail this ship?" Peter Pan questioned. "How much longer until you became perfect at it? Learning takes time. How much time do you think I've had, Captain?"

Captain Hook opened both eyes fully now.

"Time. An infinite amount of time, Captain. One could learn a lot in time." Pan's lip curled at the side in a small smile as he enjoyed peeking the interest of the sailor.

"So you've been outside Neverland?" the Captain asked.

"Sometimes, to travel, all one needs is a mind," and Peter Pan floated a few inches above the wooden floor and glided towards Killian, planting his feet down right in front of the pirate, his face now only inches away.

"I can give you time. Let you keep staying here." Peter Pan said.

"Out of the kindness of your heart?" Killian joked. He knew Pan would be asking for a favor sooner or later. He had been threatened when he and his crew had first arrived but then had been left alone with a promise to return.

"Let's make a deal," Peter said.

Here it was, Killian thought. The only thing anyone ever wanted from a pirate was to have something stolen or someone killed. Whichever was fine with him. He was a pirate, after all.

"What is it that you want?" Killian sighed. He always tried not to make deals when he was this intoxicated, but it seems that it could not be avoided.

"I enjoy games," Peter said, "If you play my games, I'll let you stay."

"Games?"

"In fact, I have a game in mind right now," Peter smirked and reached a hand out to place on the Captain's chest. "A really fun game."

He must be more drunk than he thought. The demon child was touching his chest and moving his hand down, rubbing his abdomen gently. He grabbed the wrist of the boy before it reached his buckle.

Peter Pan raised an eyebrow at the resistance. "Play with me, Captain."