[ His perspective exactly; should that problem come, it would signal to him an end of their friendship, because that lack of respect could not stand. Whether or not he'd be able to kill her - in more ways than one - would be of secondary concern to the necessity for treating her as an enemy in the first place.

But that's later, if at all, and he hopes not. So he pops the cork on the bottle, takes the cup, and pours some thickly red port into it, before offering it to her. The bottle he keeps for himself. ]

You think I give a fuck about trade?

[ He throws back a very deep swig. ]

I'm a pirate. I see something I want, I take it - and if I have to sink every ship in the bay first, then so be it.