He is not so happily one of the sailors, but he is dressed with some concessions to their preferences. If he wore his leather armor on deck at all times, and he fell off the boat, he’d be well in danger of sinking to his death. Going into the water like that… it would call up memories he’d prefer to bury as well as he can.

He sits back on his heels, encouraging her to straddle his legs and sit in his lap as he kisses her.

The closer they come to each other, the more he aches for her.

[But I’m not really sure whether she’s in a skirt or pants!]