A pirate's life for me (слэш)

Munson uses the half-eaten chicken leg in his hand to gesture at Steve’s untouched plate. His rings glint in the candlelit captain’s cabin, and his dark eyes sparkle with glee.
“Really now, darling,” he tuts. “I saved your life. I nursed you back to health. I’m feeding you the nicest dinner my cook has prepared in months, I even opened the good wine for you, and all you can say is huh? You’d think your fancy tutors would’ve taught you better manners.”
“Apologies,” Steve scoffs. “We never covered the proper protocol for being held captive on a pirate ship.”
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Written for the Steddie Holiday Drabble challenge on tumblr, day 11
Prompt: Cabin