"He'zza lying bastard, but I don't care. He's glorious and so are you." He stuck out his tongue playfully as Ace wolf-whistled and then--cuz hell he was there already, took his shirt off completely, laying it over a chair before showin' off his guns, because if anyone could 'ppreciate it Ace could as there was no Fossa or goddamn diamond Jozu to show him up.

And then, like booze from heaven, came the dulcet tones of his song comes on.

Fuck yes. Thatch more or less gracefully scrambles on top of a table, kicks the near empty punch bowl off of it and starts to sing along as he dances for Ace's pleasure--and the ladies too.