Morningside Cuesta Was dreaming of shores that my ship would find

"Sometimes the face has nothing to do with it," she threw back, winking suggestively.  There were... talents... that could make almost any girl overlook whatever unfortunate mug he may have been cursed with.  It wasn't like he was deformed.  She'd seen worse amongst the castaways she used to run with.  "But no matter what we do or don't do - I'd hate to give the wrong impression." Such an angel, with such a pure reputation to uphold. Hah. More like 'I'd hate to get my face eaten before you could explain.'

"Well, if she comes, I'm just your long lost cousin who needed rescue from the evils of the weather." She said, not at all put out by his status. He seemed a nice guy, but that meant there wasn't much to gain by jumping his bones. He'd help her without all that it seemed.