[Her gaze drops when he carefully draws his touch along the under of her eye. Her flush deepens just a touch. At least he has the decency to let her hold onto some of her dignity. Whatever's left of it, anyway.]

If you're staying, I can put it in the wash for you.

[It's a rather off-handed remark for her to make, but it wouldn't be the first time that she's done his laundry for him.]

And technically I let you in. You could have come and I could have turned you away. I wouldn't have. I'm guessing you knew that, though. But... you are a man who seems to like gambling. Maybe you thought the risk was worth it.

[The more she considers it, that was probably exactly it. Pirate, after all.]