"I imagine I've got all the time in the world." Trafalgar pushed the empty bowl aside and leaned back. "Well. Until we reach Euclid, anyway. After that I want to see my wives, if I'm honest with you. But until then?" He spread his hands. "I'm all yours."
Alfred's face pulled sideways. "Don't say it like that. Somebody hears you, they'll get the wrong idea about the two of us."
"And what idea's that, you old pervert?" Trafalgar snorted. "Wherever your mind just wandered off to, haul it back. There's only room in my head for my wives, and you didn't make the list."
"Now that's good to hear." Alfred barked a laugh and lowered himself back into the seat across from him, careful with it, the way a man moves when his body has started sending him a bill for every hard year. For a moment he only looked at the hull around them, fond and far away.
