"I can't say that I blame him, from the sounds of."

Hook leaned back in his chair and took a long drink of rum, considering the Knave and the situation. He blamed hanging around Emma and her damn parents for the notion that taking them to Storybrooke was the right thing to do.

"Tell me who the both of you are so I know who I'm taking on my ship tomorrow morning when we set sail." It was his way of saying yes.