Injuring some gentle young woman tonight would be mortifying. The question is whether it would be more mortifying than this exact moment.

(James Norrington has beautiful fingers. They aren't as soft and delicate as the refinement of his features might suggest, but they're long and elegant as they stretch toward him now.)

"It seems-- entirely different, sir."

But there's really nothing to be done now. His commanding officer has deemed this the best course of action for correcting his deficiencies in the short time they have.

Which means, with an air of trepidation, that Horatio is carefully shifting to his feet and setting his hand in the older man's.