Sparrow's soft smile is reasurring; it tells James that he's succeeded, at least for the moment, in dragging his mind away from the apparently conflicting desires of his heart. This particular desire James can oblige, and enjoy as well while he's at it. Best for the both of them really, when it comes down to it, so he smirks and leans in a little closer to Sparrow.

'I am a man of action, sir,' he murmurs, 'I find that any thought one can have is generally worth being put into practise; it is merely a matter of finding the correct time and place to do so.'

Funny, really, how easy it is, flirting with Sparrow, teasing him. It's a back-and-forth that's really only slightly different from the banter they engaged in before James boarded the Pearl, each testing the other and taking enjoyment from the testing. James wonders for a moment if it is entirely healthy that it should be so easy before discarding that thought altogether. Now, after all, was not the time for moral crises.