Connected, just at one point of contact. A comfortable thing.

Hm, well.

"I have eight sisters," he demures. Casual lore drop of something that sounds alarming, and is actually even more alarming than that. "I could dance before I joined up. Not all that well, mind, but Jamie and his silver spoon upbringing sorted me out there."

Parry's mad bashes, yes, but they were young sailors together, laughing with their peers in moments like the one in here, and they were friends besides, who spent time together on leave. He had to fit in with the young Ross scion's set, as Jamie would settle for nothing less than bringing him along (or sneaking out a window to be brought along somewhere else).

"You didn't do half badly."