Shrugging the denim jacket off, he lets the garment fall to the floor; one less layer to worry about. Not that he's sporting his usual amount, with just the tight t-shirt underneath. There is something to be said, he supposes, for minimalism in this instance.

"Well, if you don't think you can handle it," he smirks, "perhaps we'll need to bring in some help." There you go Cassidy, start thinking of potential threesome partners.

"For all you know, I may have been a cutthroat pirate at some point, a few hundred or so years back."