Orlando
The corpse grinned widely after she said that, no differently than a kid who had just walked in a candy store. He just knew he'd say that, and was more than glad she didn't have as much of a stick in the mud as everyone else.
"A pirate caring about anything legal, now that's a bad joke. Hope you can hold your ale brat, I'm not ready to drag your ass to the hospital room." At least not without a helping. He smacked her back before dragging her along to the sleaziest, sexiest place he knew. But after a while of fun chatter and laughing at his own lame jokes, he looked at her with an oddly childish, innocent pair of sun-glassed eyes.
"Actually, what do you like better. The cheap stuff or the fancy stuff?" He asked her curiously. "Also is it just me or does it smell *sniff* kinda funny?"
She couldn't possibly pick it up, but to him it smelled far too familiar. Far too forbidden. But so succulent.
He clutched at his head with a grimace, like he suddenly got a bad headache.