[PROBABLY. The carving just looks like a Sydney, no matter what Sydney's packing under the lovingly carved scales.]
If I had to show respect to anyone, it'd be a fine woman. [WINK WINK-- no literally Hardin you are lame] But she's taken excellent care of us, so I see no reason to not allow a bit more saintless living. Certainly better than the downtrodden, miserable lives of the righteous!
I do think I'd have to get your approval first, but no woman could compare to this. [Oh um shh just ignore his stilting speech he's not mildly flustered no shhh] There is true love, and then there is your life's calling. I'm not so foolish as to not recognise that my place is here, with you and the men and our beloved Sydney.
[The lazy stretching turns into a curt bow; oh he does so love orders.] As you wish, Captain; shall I go now and inspect, or did you need me for anything else? Perhaps more sparkling wit, or charm?
[That laugh just has his smile grow until he's full-out grinning; altogether too rare outside of her cabin, really.
IT'S NOT MANLY TO SMILE WHAT SHHH.] Entirely too true, as always; I will always choose a good time over the promise of some dead saint's approval. Shall I see you in the pits of hell, then?
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If I had to show respect to anyone, it'd be a fine woman. [WINK WINK-- no literally Hardin you are lame] But she's taken excellent care of us, so I see no reason to not allow a bit more saintless living. Certainly better than the downtrodden, miserable lives of the righteous!
I do think I'd have to get your approval first, but no woman could compare to this. [Oh um shh just ignore his stilting speech he's not mildly flustered no shhh] There is true love, and then there is your life's calling. I'm not so foolish as to not recognise that my place is here, with you and the men and our beloved Sydney.
[The lazy stretching turns into a curt bow; oh he does so love orders.]
As you wish, Captain; shall I go now and inspect, or did you need me for anything else? Perhaps more sparkling wit, or charm?
[That laugh just has his smile grow until he's full-out grinning; altogether too rare outside of her cabin, really.
IT'S NOT MANLY TO SMILE WHAT SHHH.] Entirely too true, as always; I will always choose a good time over the promise of some dead saint's approval. Shall I see you in the pits of hell, then?