“I can only afford one rebel on this ship.”
Is that all I am to you? A rebel to be afforded? No, I’m also the surgeon with the damned annoying hobby. The lubberly civilian, ignorant of the your maritime world.
I know you expect me to respond with a caustic remark. You need to hear that it is still a game between us. Of late, our contests have gone too far (or come too close). The only words I can think to say would end them forever.
My Joy, you are the only creature that can wound me beyond speech.