There is no such thing as a bad idea.
Not one for driving ships, Ace lets Flora do the work, more than happy to sit back and admire every part of her that shifts and guides the boat around Stormbreak; from the angle of her hips to the way her golden curls catch the wind, he lets his mind wander down every curve and peek of skin. He's propped on the railing behind her to get a better angle of it all, arms crossed over a leather jacket that keeps off the chill of altitude and lets any accusing glances glide straight off.
Not bothering to hide the appreciate look he's running over her ass, Ace gives her a crooked grin. "Depends on who your friends are." Winking, his dimple makes a playful appearance as he tilts his head. "Any friends you're worried about? Or maybe you just want to make sure you'll have me all to yourself?" He raises an eyebrow, well aware of her recent falling out with a particular 'smuggler' and more than willing to shoot his shot. The twinkle in the crystal blue of his eyes says that he's certain he can handle whatever she might want to throw his way.
Not bothering to hide the appreciate look he's running over her ass, Ace gives her a crooked grin. "Depends on who your friends are." Winking, his dimple makes a playful appearance as he tilts his head. "Any friends you're worried about? Or maybe you just want to make sure you'll have me all to yourself?" He raises an eyebrow, well aware of her recent falling out with a particular 'smuggler' and more than willing to shoot his shot. The twinkle in the crystal blue of his eyes says that he's certain he can handle whatever she might want to throw his way.
Only Poorly Executed Awesome Ones.
Ace
