“You’re staring.”
“Excuse me?”
“You’re staring, Captain.”
“I’m just a lieutenant.”
“Well, then you’re staring, Lieutenant.”
“No I’m not.”
“Why are you so nervous?”
“I’m not nervous.”
“Is that so?”
“What are you doing so far from the castle?”
“That’s none of your concern.”
“As a lieutenant in the King’s Navy, I think it is exactly my concern.”
“How so?”
“Ah. Now it seems that you’re the nervous one.”
“I’m not nervous.”
“And I’m not staring.”
“It seems we’re at an impasse, Lieutenant.”
“It seems that way.”
“Are you going to bring me home?”
“No.”
“My father will discharge you if he finds out you didn’t.”
“I know.”
“So, then why aren’t you bringing me home?”
“Do you wish to go back?”
“No.”
“Then why are you so desperate for me to bring you back?”
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
“Perhaps I would.”
…
“You’re staring, Princess.”
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