[Rosinante hears the commentary on his crew, but his mind is still stuck on what he named his crew. In trying to light the cigarette he'd retrieved a moment ago, he instead lights his finger while he stares, then yelps with a wince and sucks at the burned spot, leaving the cigarette to be flung to the floor somewhere (and perhaps it's best he didn't light it, since who knows where it has rolled off to).]
Heart pirates, huh?
[His ears are burning too, but that's not because of the lighter.]
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Heart pirates, huh?
[His ears are burning too, but that's not because of the lighter.]