To her own surprise, Elizabeth doesn't flinch away from the words. Perhaps it's because no one has called her thus yet, or perhaps they simply don't seem to fit how she feels, and it's with a curious detachment that she nods once to acknowledge the possibility.

"I prefer pirate," she replies, lowering her lashes, smirking and moving to his other side. Once there, she leans back on her elbows. "It's much more dashing than murderer, and scum is simply... crass."