Is that what you heard?

"I like the cut of yer jib, Minoth."

"What, this old thing?" The cowboy gave an exploratory pat under his chin. "Eh, it has its moments."

Triton's answering laugh came louder than Minoth's usual forte cadence, which even in pensivity and self-deprecation held rebelliously strong.

"Not yer jaw, yer jib!"

Minoth laughed back, jagged eyebrow arch firmly (jauntily) in place. "Oh, I know. I'm taking creative license, and letting you know that I can see the way you look at me."

"Ah. A bit...undecorous, for a cap'n such as myself?"

A shrug. "Who tells a captain what to do?"