Assume that you've got a carnal craving for men, or for me? I only ask because I assumed it after, what was it, ten minutes, across the table from you? How long have the two of you been sailing together?

[ He knows the answer to that already, thanks to Hickey, but that's a reveal to keep close to his chest for a while. Let him squirm, let him drink, maybe it'll get something interesting out of him.

Does it count as sailing, even, if they're stuck in the ice? ]

He can be dense, though, I'll grant you that. A sort of...willful cluelessness, about him.