“You are kind,” she said softly. “I am not kind,” Kjell scoffed. “And you are good,” she added. “I am not good!” he laughed. “I have never known a man like you.” “You were a slave in Quondoon! The men you knew were not trying to impress you.” “Neither are you, Captain. Yet I am still impressed.” “Then you have a lot to learn.” She.”
