Charles gave another noncommittal shrug. "I won't say that some folk don't get possessive about other people. You've just got to be willing to defend a claim like that." He smirked. "Why, you feeling territorial about my cock?"

He noted the dismissal of his joke about Anne going to bed with Eleanor. It hadn't been meant in anything close to seriousness, but it did make for an amusing visual in his head.

"Two. And I certainly won't need to make up for either with a trinket." The captain moved around the table, sitting on the edge near Anne. "So how do you want the first? Hand, tongue, or cock?"