[She turns around and gives him that look and it shakes him out of whatever day dream he had been on about. To even entertain the notion that he had been thinking of, would likely land him in a world of hurt. Or dead.

So Jack does, what Jack does best, and misdirects. He leans and takes a step back and holds the brush up eyeing it as though it was the finest piece of jewelery. This way and that.]

Fine craftsmanship here. This here. This brush.

[Now he looks at Vie, looking at him.]

Wot? I've hair! Quite a bit of it in fact.

[And he's never brushed it since he raised the Pearl from the seabed. Your eyes were playing tricks on you love. It's just a man holding a brush and admiring it! He wasn't about to do something stupid.]