James feels that gentle pressure, the momentary bliss of warmth that spreads from Horatio to himself. He should not find himself so inclined to lingering there, but there is something that encourages him to stay. It's something in Horatio's stance, something more at ease than he thinks he has ever known him to be on land before.

"It most certainly seems to be."

Required, or perhaps desired.

"But we may need to cut our lesson short for this evening. We have duties to attend to. Perhaps... tomorrow night."