He stared up at you, confusion and irritation flickering over his gaze. His hands were curled into fists at his side, yet he hadn’t drawn his sword or gun yet, his glare sharp.

“Seriously?! A fuckin’ stowaway? I thought I’d checked the ship before we set off!”

He complained, obviously resisting the urge to punch you in the face right now for so much as daring to sneak aboard his ship.