[ He tops up Sturmhond's glass with the ease of someone well suited to quiet intimacy between friends. This is where he flourishes, when he is not forced to put on a public mask of warning, when he only needs to be himself in the company of someone he trusts. ] I'm better suited to dry land, Monsieur. [ He doubts that is all there is to Sturmhond's leadership. But their conversation remains one of polite pretending and he doesn't mind it so much. ] But there is no doubt I would have been honoured to call you my Captain.