[ They look reasonably normal all clothed like this, though he's scarred heavily underneath. There isn't much space on his body that isn't marred by scars at this point.

He listens for a moment, open-mouthed. And then ... he begins to laugh. It's not a pretty sound. ]

Oh, god. I thought it was intuition this whole time. Me being madly brilliant at the best moments, not - I need another bottle just for that poor bastard. I didn't appreciate you while I had you, Admiral Naismith ...

[ And then he turns to Percy, deadly serious again. ]

She sounds incredible. Please tell me you've proposed already.