[ He winces. He makes a show of wincing. He goes oof. ]

I believe it! [ He says it in earnest tones, hands spread like surrender. There is still a genuinely unhappy slant to his mouth, a weary note of consideration in the way he meets her glare. ] But like I said, we will get to my sins later, as the list honestly runs so long it would be very sad and boring to stand here recounting them all. One of the problems with living a myriad: you've made a myriad's worth of mistakes. Let's at least do that part in style, and then you can decide whether I should walk the plank.

[ He turns, waving her with him, and strolls back across the deck towards the captain's quarters. His posture is casual, without a speck of indication that he's turned his back upon a threat. It's only beside the doorway that he slows to a stop, and he turns back to Gideon with one eyebrow quirked. ]

Now, [ he says, still thoughtful, ] this next bit might get a little weird.