[ fuck him? nah. not in a million years for all the pirate gold this side of Nassau. ]

I'm perfectly aware of what I am, [ he answers, as blithe as Sam is bothered. ] And I've zero problem with any of the various things I've put in my mouth.

[ or with having a skincare routine, which if Sam lives long enough he'll come to regret not having. nicotine's a bitch like that. ]

I just know it bugs the utter shit out of you so.

[ cue a beaming smile, just for Sam. ]