Josephine winced at the image of him being stabbed. She looked up at him, "You're more dangerous than I thought, Elijah Dalton." She smirked, "Underneath that gentlemanly skin is a pirate, through and through." She grinned and looked back at his scars. She continued to idly trace circles and shapes on his body. She pursed her lips in deep thought before speaking, "You aren't Sebastian's son, right?" She glanced up at him, wondering if she had tread on thin ice.