Sidling closer, liking the way that touch felt, the promise of it that made him want to encourage Vasquez to rip and tear at them in play and lust.

"Well, we're supposed to have partners, but you know..." He murmurs, moving to mold himself to Vasquez's side, grinding against his hip, playing up the costume. "It's entirely in character because pirates would definitely find pleasure from royalty if they could," he admits, being honest, and yet would have lied about the whole thing if it meant making out with Vasquez.