( he doesn't look particularly repentant for the spilled plate or the spilled coffee. a burn really doesn't compare to watching the woman he loved die in his arms, so, they're not even close to even actually. considering the Dark One has left him stuck with a hand that could send him back on the path he's trying to escape. you know, the path of redemption; the one he was doing so well on, considering he was flipping plates of food out of a man's hand unprovoked.

well, his hand was evil, right? could he really be blamed?

Hook mostly expected the Dark One to retaliate, and not with words. he'd experienced quite well how much pain that cane could inflict. his eyes narrowed, petulant when the crocodile chose to walk away instead. it won't be that easy to escape him, not when he has a bone to pick. )

If only, Crocodile. I came to you to get my hook back, and instead I wound up here. Considering it's just as demented as I used to be, you shouldn't be shocked at a little spilt milk. Tell me, is this some bloody ploy to get Baelfire back? I should have bloody known.