[ Bastien opens his mouth to answer, then shuts it, looking into the middle distance with a contemplative glaze. Not a bad thought. Except— ]

No. No, I could only break his heart, and if he had your eyes it would wreck me to do it.

[ Any sincerity at the core of that is wrapped in a thick layer of jovial teasing. ]

But if a standard water-pirate ever wants to, ah, have his ship boarded, I do a fantastic Orlesian naval captain. [ His accent gets even more Orlesian for it: ] We meet at last, Byerly Rutyaaaaarr.