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Herc looks a bit worse for wear when he steps into the bar today.

He's wearing a pair of black pants and white boots. And nothing else.

He looks like he'd recently been on fire. Because... he was.

He also looks slightly grumpypants about it. Even though her gets his note from Dinah at the bar, he is still grumpypantsy.

Stupid Ares. Stupid hydra venom. Stupid SHIELD.

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Hercules sits, his pectorals flexing as he does so.

"Then perhaps we ought have wine and song!"

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Really, he should stop doing that, Cat's brain reboots every time she has to watch the display. But she might also build a level of tolerance and be able to talk while ogling

"...ah yes, wine is good. But all I ever sang are sea shanties, and those are hardly... appropriate." She does wave a waitrat over, ordering wine.

"We didst not have many 'appropriate' songs on the Argos!" Herc says with a laugh

"Ah, yes..." She should have imagined. "I guess I can sing, then?"

What manner of sorcery is this, that turns a fierce pirate captain into a songbird?

Oh, yes. Hercules.

Herc would be sad to hear it called sorcery. He hates magic.

"If thou wish! I wouldst not deny thy voice to soar!"

She will wait for the wine (rich andalusian wine) before trying song. Cat has a lovely voice, soft and pleasing, but with enough force behind it to carry around.

"Our anchor we'll weigh, And our sails we will set.
Goodbye, fare-ye-well, Goodbye, fare-ye-well.
The friends we are leaving, We leave with regret,
Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound.

We're homeward bound, Oh joyful sound!
Goodbye, fare-ye-well, Goodbye, fare-ye-well.
Come rally the capstan,And run quick around.
Hurrah, my boys, we're homeward bound."

Hercules applauds and grins. "Thou dost have a voice like a Muse!"

"Thank you. But... it is nothing, I learned to use my voice to be heard, to use the right tone." She gives an embarassed shrug, cheeks colored again. "I am no bard, no court singer."

Yes, but Herc is trying to flatter her, so...

"I have lived for many a century, and heard many sing. Thou didst warm the heart of the Lion of Olympus with thy song."

Well, it is working, because she is both smiling and blushing mollified and... dazzled. "Thank you, sir... you flatter me." It is not everyday one is praised in such way by the Lion of Olympus.

"Tis true," Herc says. "But flattery doth get a God everywhere!"

Cat blushes a bit more, nodding...

If that was double entendre, she got it.

If it was not, she is having ideas.

Herc chuckles. "Do I offend they modesty?"

"Ah... not really, just..." Well, she is not displeased by any insinuations, just not used to them.

Really, she is flattered.

"Just?" Herc prompts.

"It is unusual, for my time... the way people think, back home." But then again, she did challenge several norms and customs to become Lady Commodore. "Visiting Milliways made me think a lot and re-evaluate many things?"

Hercules chuckles. "Tis true, the social mores do change in the years."

"Back and forth... the romans were more... liberal." To not say libertine. "Even more than people centuries in the future from my time. Back home, a 'proper woman' would never be seen in public wearing less than five layers of clothing."

Hercules smiles. "And in private?"

"Two or three." And she is not kidding. "I am not sure how counrt ladies do not suffocate."

Then she realizes what he means, or seems to mean, and can't help but laugh a bit, hand covering mouth.

"I did experiment modern clothing, it is strange, but fuctional." She is right now wearing a long sleeved shirt, and probably a corset under it. Loose trousers and boots.

"I rarely wear multiple layers," Herc says.

"If the illustrations made of you are to be trusted, sir... you rarely wear much at all." She raises a brow in a more relaxed, perhaps even daring way.

"Tis not your eyes evidence enough?" Herc says.

She laughs a bit, nodding, still red-faced. "Ah, yes... yes it is..." But she does not mind it, not at all.

"I oft wear less," Herc says. "But with a sash."