"Sparrow, you ever heard of the moon smiling?" Reaver asked about an hour later.
"No, can't say I ever did-and I grew up with gypsies," she replied.
"Oh. I see. Well, she's currently smiling at you."
"Never would I have penned you in for one to make cheesy lines during certain scenes," Sparrow snorted. Reaver grinned.
"You know, you're extremely warm," he commented.
"Yes, you noticed. I have just been involved in something that takes a lot of effort. I now probably have high blood pressure, Thankyou very much," she huffed.
"High blood pressure? It was thatgood? Actually, you know something? Your 'Little Life' paid off. You're quite the performer," Reaver said, grinning.
"Oh, shut up," Sparrow said absentmindedly.
"So, want to make this a monthly thing?" He asked.
"How's Samarkand?" Sparrow asked, desperate to change the subject.
"Terrible. Bunch of pedantic bores."
"Any chance of you returning?" She asked hopefully.
"Not on your life. Why, did you want to visit?"
"Well, yeah, I haven't seen Garth in a while, actually," she said slyly.
"Oh, very funny," he said crossly. She laughed.
"Finally, I actually got you to appear at least slightly joyful in my presence," he gasped. Sparrow changed the subject.
"During that endeavour, how many times did you actually kiss me?" Sparrow asked. "
Erm, about eight. Why?"
"DAMNIT!" She yelled.
"What's wrong?"
"I promised my husband he was the only one who'd get to kiss me."
"So? I promised you there was nothing behind the delivery of my seal to Wraithmarsh. Doesn't mean I followed it through."
"Yeah, well, you're promiscuous and bi-sexual."
"And you're not? Why do you think you're even here, Sparrow?"
"Oh don't get clever with me."
"Too late."
"Alright, how about, I usually keep my promises?"
"Er…"
"Got you with that one."
"Sparrow…"
"Hey, Reaver, what are you doing?"
"Punishing you, bad girl."
"Okay, that was a punishment?"
"Yes, you were a bad girl and you teased Reaver."
"Uhuh. I see. Well, I can't really help being like this, since peoples' personalities rub off on me."
"That's not all that rubs off onto you."
"That's what she said."
"Huh?"
"Oh, nevermind. Idle banter between Marine and I."
"Hmm. You know, she should have been here."
"Reaver, she's like my sister. That would be WRONG. That would be on par to my two daughters kissing."
"Yum."
"You're disgusting."
There was silence.
Then "how's Theresa?"
"I don't know. I haven't seen her since she predicted my fortune."
"And did this fortune include a dashing young pirate?"
"She didn't say anything about pirates or husbands. She just said one of my children would grow up to save Albion."
"I hope it's a daughter."
"Are you planning to screw every female in my family? Because if so you've missed your chance for Rose as she's dead."
"Who's Rose?"
"My big sister. Besides, you would have had to get in line. She had a number of various admirers before she died."
"Remind me how she died."
"Lucien shot her. That's why I embarked on my extreme quest."
"Oh. So that's why you appeared, all mud-soaked and sickly, at my door one day after trailing several hours through Wraithmarsh. Couldn't you have taken a ship?"
"You probably would have sunk it."
"Good point."
"Oh yeah, did you know Theresa is related to me?"
"How?" "Well, the Hero of um…"
"Oakvale."
"Yeah…anyway, he was her brother."
"Oh. Quite a bloodline you have there."
"Yeah, well, bloodlines aren't everything."
"No indeed." More silence.
"Reaver?"
"Yes?"
"Could I…um…possibly recant what I said earlier about regretting things?"
"You're not serious."
"I am. And if you don't let me I'll be bad again."
"I don't think so. You told me you'd regret it. You can't go back on your word."
"That's it! Reaver, you are obnoxious and annoying, and worst of all you don't let go of things!"
"That was naughty."
"You're not punishing me again are you?"
"I'm afraid so."
"Oh dear."