[A-a-a-and he got an answer just along the lines of what he was expecting. With the way Spock was, it was really reminiscent of 'em tea-loving pompous British folk; except that he was acting even more formal than anyone else there he had ever met.

At the very least, he didn't get on his nerves as most of them did. His presence was quite amusing, in fact.]

Tea, ye say? [The pirate captain nodded and gave the Vulcan a derisive smile, one of his hands rubbing his beard in the meantime.] Knock yerself out, then. Tea's nice and all, but after all I've just been through, Mr. Spock, I find meself needin' somethin' a bit... stronger, like a good old bottle of rum. [Besides, it was already fairly late into the day, wasn't it?]

[He began walking out of the room purposefully.] I certainly hope that this Good Spirits bar ye mentioned earlier isn't actually a bloody tea shop.