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[lordofmanor]

Perhaps she won't miss that boot.

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[lordofmanor]

Maybe she wouldn't? I mean...she didn't quite notice the glove from when we were children.

[numberonefirstmate]

Didn't quite notice or didn't notice?

[lordofmanor]

Semantics, really.

[He gives a charming smile]

Who are you again?

[numberonefirstmate]

Oh aye except one implies she nearly didn't notice which means she noticed.

[Harry returns the charming smile, but with a bit more rakishneas.]

Just Harry.

[lordofmanor]

Just Harry?

[numberonefirstmate]

Just Harry. [Have a wink to go along with that name.]

I don't believe I got yours?

[lordofmanor]

[An arched eyebrow is returned]

Just...Grayson, then.

[numberonefirstmate]

Just Grayson. [Harry’s gaze travels up and back down Grayson in a way that might be considered forward—hiding the purpose, which is to get a measure of the other man.]

A pleasure. So what’s happened to the boot?

[lordofmanor]

[He ignores the gaze in favor of explaining away the boot]

Never mind the boot; what is your purpose here?

[numberonefirstmate]

I go where I want.

[lordofmanor]

Right.

[He takes in the other man]

Peculiar state of dress, Just Harry.

[numberonefirstmate]

Well thanks, just Grayson.

[Harry gives a short bow with a flourish.]

[lordofmanor]

Tell me. What is an enterpriser doing so far away from a coast?

[numberonefirstmate]

Would you believe I got lost?

[lordofmanor]

I would believe you're a poor enterpriser if you got lost so easily.

[numberonefirstmate]

I suppose that would be a fair assumption.

[After all if he’s thought to be terrible at it he probably won’t be arrested for it, right?]