He frowned, and wondered why she felt the need to lick his scars. He didn't even like looking at them, and he really only touched the one on his face out of habit by now. He watched her and listened, confusion drawing his eyebrows in as he considered what she said. When she said pirate, she honestly couldn't mean a real pirate.

Could she?

"Pirate." He repeated, looking dubious. "A real pirate? And why would he hurt me if he's gay?"