He makes a low noise, part amused, but doesn't raise his eyes from off the page as he flips through the book. "I've a stack of ciphering to before we hit the Caribbean." He assumes - safely - she'll be toting him along with her. And lazying about in her company isn't really--

It's not that he necessarily dislikes the idea so much as he does distrust it. Something about it seems contrary, too simple.