A sailor? Not quite, though I 'spose you could say I've laid me head in many ports, so to speak.

[His grin spreads all too suggestively as he returns Rupert's attention, gyrating lap dancer be damned. Cassidy has never been one for subtlety or secrets, and he doesn't intend to keep any, but it's fun to play it coy every now and then.]

I did sail over to America, like. Got a little land bound once I got there though, but I don't regret that for a second. Back where I was from, it was just cramped spaces, horse shite and poverty, but America? Christ, it was like a different world. How 'bout you, mate? Where's your fancy arse from?

[He looks well off, Cass can tell that much.]