"Yeah, you know how to fish - but do you enjoy it?" Noctis turns to look over the ocean out the window, setting a hand on his hip. "Man, I love fishing. I could do it aaaall day."

He glances up at what he can see of the exterior of the ship from here. "Royal galleon, hell yeah." He shrugs. "It's...well, it's more than a hobby, but obviously 'king' is a full-time job, so I just do it whenever I can."

This encounter has gotten a little surreal, he has to admit. Barnabas has gone from mysterious aggressor to potential enemy to seducer to fellow sailor in the span of maybe ten minutes. Noctis really isn't sure what to make of the guy so far, on the whole, but it's not like he's in any hurry to leave.

"Ah, I didn't name her - my father did. The royal vessel, Lumina Maris. Nowhere near as huge as your ship - she's a motor yacht, built for recreation and quick journeys. But I've spent a looot of time on that boat." His tone is fond. It doesn't seem to have occurred to him yet that he's straying pretty far from the whole reason Barnabas brought him here to begin with. Not like Rosie's body has eased up on the desire any, Noctis is just...distracted at the moment.