[In spite of himself, he offered Faris a half-cheeky, half-charming grin as he slipped a hand between the bars and beckoned the other over with the crook of his fingers. Normally such a gesture was more reserved for the dozens of women he hit on daily. Not for...androgynous seafarers.]

You look like you're more than capable of keeping a secret, mm? Because what I have to tell you will have to accompany you to the grave. Up for it?