The amount that she had missed his intention by was so staggering to Cu that he actually jerked his head back as if he’d been struck. He’d been rejected before, of course, but to have someone completely miss the point to that extent? After a few moments, unable to contain himself, the Irishman burst out into deep laughter.
“Little bird, if I wanted a fight I’d say so! Ahaha…let me phrase it another way. How about you come keep me company while I figure out my way around the city? Havin’ someone like you around oughta make things interesting!”
He couldn’t even muster up the seriousness to flirt at this point, but this woman was far too amusing to pass up the chance to spend more time with. She reminded him far too much of comrades who were long disappeared into the fog of history.
She’d never seen a man go so dumbfounded before-- his loud, raucous laughter was sudden, and Sparrow didn’t quite know how to place it. Was he... laughing at her? She certainly hadn’t been joking. If a friendly spar wasn’t on his mind, then what had he meant...?
“I am by no means little,” she murmured, casting her glance to the side. It was a familiar comeback, remembered in a dream... A pang of sadness erupted on her features for just a moment before she righted herself, expression becoming hard and stern once again.
“I am not... terribly familiar with this city either, but if a companion of exploration is what you seek, then I suppose I can offer that much.”
Though she was a proud women, she could tell full well this man was not the type to insult without cause. There was a calmness about him that she couldn’t place, one that seemed very familiar, but very far away. She wondered what it was.
“Have you already covered any distance...?”
Right to business, as usual.
