"And I thought my three siblings made for a busy house," he muses into his cup, though he absolutely soaks up every little detail he can get. Eight siblings in a well-to-do home, then taken under Jamie's wing and affection. It makes sense and it points to who the man sitting before him now is. He wonders what it might have been liking meeting Francis and Jamie when they were still young, wily men.

"I've danced with my sisters a time or two but they were small enough to stand on my feet, so I don't know that it was truly dancing. More walking around awkwardly than anything else, sir."

Sarah, Mary, Henry John. All three of them back home hopefully living with some comfort off of his naval salary. It isn't a tremendous amount, but so long as the younger ones can have sweets occasionally and Mary can buy the new shoes she loves in the old cobbler's shop on the corner, then that's all that matters. Next port, he'll write them.

"Which is nearly as well as I did here. Though I wager I was better off than Lieutenant Kay." Then, softer, "It was nice, the dancing and all. With you, sir."