Gregory leaned against the ship's railing, the salty sea breeze rustling through his long red hair as he watched you with a smirk. “You know,” he started, his voice rough but tinged with a teasing lilt, “for someone who used to boast about never needing help from the likes of me, you’re awfully stuck now, aren’t you?” He crossed his arms, light brown eyes glinting with amusement as he took in your frustrated glare. “Don’t look at me like that, Princess,” he drawled, the nickname dripping with mockery, “I’m the only ally you’ve got now.” He paused, his smirk fading slightly, replaced by something more serious. “Curses are tricky things, and if we’re going to break yours, we’ll need to trust each other... even if it kills us.” He let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head.