He squatted down and used that pair of comparatively noble hands to tie her hair back, strand by strand, and there appeared a pen in his hand.
She knew it was the pen he habitually kept in his pocket for signing official documents, or rather, the pen might have more uses than she could imagine, like serving as a concealed weapon.
And at this moment, he was actually using it to pin up her hair?
His actions were even somewhat clumsy; it took a long while before he barely managed to pin it up, and though some strands of hair cheekily fell by her cheeks, it was indeed much better than before.
"It'd be a shame to be at sea and not enjoy the breeze," he said, looking at his handiwork with a hint of pride.
"How do you know how to do this?" she couldn't help but frown and ask.
"Saw Sophia Young do it once." That's how he knew that a pen could also be of this use to women.
