( It starts with entrusting his arm, in slow stroll. With matching their steps, despite the slipperiness of the deck. With this studied, causal pretence of companionship.

And it seems, despite the shallow lacquer and unpolished manners of his person to ease him. As if, like a wounded animal, he distrusts on principle but is prepared to accept hope in the existence of a kind hand. )

You are our guest. Be our guest. ( Ask not to provide a service, when all service should be given to her, as part of her hospitality. ) Forgive us. We're a new crew. Only a year young. They haven't learned their own bonds, let alone how to charm a woman. But they will. They'll... once we return. It'll all be different.