Summary: Almost as soon as you sit down, your seatmate starts hitting on you. You’ve resigned yourself to eight long hours of misery and boredom when the man from across the aisle offers you a way out. You take it.
Charming: “Sure, buddy. Suuuurrreee. Yes, go find the "Jolly Roger.” There is not a doubt in my mind that that’s where you’re going. It’s not like you’d go off searching for some magic bean or other realm jumping devices to go find my beautiful daughter… would you, son-in-law?“