[ it's a casual ask, part a distraction from their current peculiar situation with the way he's pulling off part of his clothing and part his own genuine curiosity about learning more about her beyond her name, the latter taking up a much larger portion of his reasoning. but he's easily drawn away from the focus of his curiosity when she turns and meets his eyes with that surprise of a smile.

his own lips curve up helplessly, easy in its grin. ]

Thanks. I guess it's my lucky pair.

[ a playful joke with his chuckle that follows, even if, in a way, they really might be, with how they've brought him to her tonight.

with the invitation of pat upon her bed, his posture relaxes in the face of her easy responses, helping him to bypass the strangeness of it all as he steps the short distance across the room to take a seat upon the bed, leaving enough of a distance for him to turn his knees inwards towards her direction, setting his half folded pants neatly beside him.

(he notices, attentive to many things with women, that she doesn't answer about her brother, but he doesn't follow up, not willing to probe further if she'd avoided it purposely.) ]

Me? [ he cracks another smile, shrugging his shoulder. ] Not sure about a story, but — well, I'm a cook back home. Worked on a floating restaurant in the middle of the East Blue sea for half my life. Now? Guess I'm kind of a pirate.