““He’s right.” Mara glanced about. “Make sure all the powder’s put away before he embarks on this next round of idiocy he’s set himself to.” Devyl smirked at her recitation of his idea, but didn’t bother to correct her words. Mostly because she wasn’t wrong. It was just irritating to have her undermine him out loud before their crew. Belle paused beside Devyl to stare up at him with a knowing grimace that melted into a smile. “Feeling better now, Captain?” He bit back a groan at her silent insinuation. “Don’t be getting cheeky with me, Miss Morte. Me humor’s still not restored fully.” Her gaze slid to Mara. “I’d wager otherwise.” “You know, I ate the last crewman who annoyed me.” She laughed at that. “I’m not worth the indigestion, Captain.” And with that, she flounced off to clap Mara on the shoulder and kiss her cheek.””
