The Captain had waited for the knock on his door. He hadn't been sure who would walk through it, and by the voice of Kavo it meant that the crew had at least partially handled the stowaways. Knowing that someone would walk in, Axel had made sure to be in an appropriately dramatic position, one leg languidly thrown onto the desk, arms rested on the sides of his chair like a throne. An easy air of confidence surrounded him. He wanted these people to come to him, to have to go out searching for them meant that they had a portion of power over him. Something Silver-Tongue detested.
Even in his position, the Captain still knew where his weapons were and the quickest way to get to them in the event of a fight. One never actually relaxed around enemies, only gave the illusion of it. You learned it, or died. Clearing his throat, Silver-Tongue called out to the other side of the door.
"Bring them in!"
One wanting to join? Probably the goblin creature, it looked mentally unstable enough. The Captain shifted, his fresh washed hair fell in damp curls around his face, cleaned of the blood. But a man like Silver-Tongue could never quite wash the smell of blood from his hands, or the murder in his eyes.
One wanting to leave. At a guess, it was likely the pretty man. Again, he looked achingly similar to the Siren, but if it wasn't, and it was some freak coincidence.. Well. What was a man like that doing on a ship like this? What could entice them to stowaway on a pirate ship? Before the door cracked open, the Captain chuckled lightly, sleep was forgotten and exhaustion easily washed away with the excitement of a new encounter.
Maybe he'd offer them a drink.