"Who am I?!" She cried incredulously, "Who in God's name are you and where have you taken me?!" The visibly frightened woman clutched the blanket underneath her chin and crouched into the corner against the wall.
The captain raised his eyebrows in surprise at the accusation, "My lady, you are the one in my bed, on my ship." Standing up, he approached the bed and she tried to push herself farther into the corner. "Ordinarily, it takes little to no effort to get a woman into my bed, but this would be the first time one appeared by magic."
"There is no such thing as magic Mr. Leather Pants."
"You say that with such authority love. Care then to explain how you came to be in my bed?" He placed his hands on the edge of the bed and lowered his head to her level and spoke huskily, "And don't think I missed the fact that you've been appreciating my appearance since your eyes opened."
She began chewing on her bottom lip and Killian could see the blanket shaking because of her trembling hands.
"Look," Killian turned from and walked back towards his desk, "I'll sit down here and you talk." Pulling the chair out from under the desk, he sat down and pulled out his flask and took a quick swig. "I mean you no harm." A look of relief passed over her face, "Unless you mean me harm lass."
"No!" She exclaimed quickly, "I don't know who you are or where we are! I was in my bed and now I'm here." The woman was frantic, her bright green eyes were wide with worry. "Where's Brian?! And where's your hand?!"
Killian chuckled and he saw the woman's shoulders relax a little. "I lost it in a fight with a crocodile. A long story, not very interesting." He waved the hook dismissively, "What I'm interested in is who you are."
"Um, okay my name is Riley. And I don't have a clue how I got here or have anything with me." She gestured with her hands underneath the blanket causing it to balloon around her form.
"So you are naked then? Killian winked, "That's good to know love."
"Don't go there dude."
"Dude?"
"Seriously?" Riley asked losing patience quickly, "Who are you? And what's with your whole vibe?"
He stood from his chair and introduced himself, "I am Killian Jones, at your service." Bowing from the waist dramatically, "I am the captain of this vessel, and by vibe I believe you must be referring to my good looks and natural charms."
"Will you quit winking at me?! It makes me very un-"
"Very flustered? Very moist? Very-"
"Moist?! Are you fucking kidding me?! I may or may not have been kidnapped. It smells really bad in here, seriously you need some Febreeze or something. And you've got a hook for a hand like this is a fucking Disney sing-along!" Riley pounded her fists into the mattress.
"Well darling you can at least admit that I've got you flustered." Winking again, she huffed an irritated reply.