Beaufort had a thin patience when provoked, under layers of carefully applied patience. Pirates weren't patient, though, and now he was angry. Very angry. Normally, he'd resort to words, but they weren't really working for him either, "Ye can 'elp me, aye, mate. Ye can start by treatin' your women with more attention an' respec'." He took a step closer, internally horrified at how confrontational he was being, "Because if ye don't...well..." He smirked at Percy in a way which only a pirate could, even if he desperately was trying to stop himself somewhere deep inside...