You have the swagger for a dinner party, however. [ His gaze flicks across the crowd, though it's almost imperceptible with his mask. He swears it's itching, much to his chagrin. Is it getting smaller? Whatever. He turns his focus back on the other. ]

Not everyone is as comfortable as you are in this setting. [ There's an air about the other, like he was almost born for this. It's envious. ]

Jack Rackham, by the way.