[Namur rumbles a chuckle from his chest, dropping his free hand on the top of Crocker's head and smoothing the scant hair off to the side. If it has a direction Crocker usually combs it, Namur probably went the opposite way.]

Listen t' the lit'l git. If I meant t' talk t' ye 'bout it on the ship, I would have. Now answer the question quick like if ye want t' get back on deck.