The press of lips is a surprise, one that tugs a smile onto the Commodore's mouth before he has any chance to control it. He shouldn't feel a rush of pleasure, or be so charmed by such a gesture.

But he is.

"I'll look forward to it, Horatio."

Is the use of the man's first name too much? No, not if the way his heart beats in his chest is any indication. Dangerous, but not as bold as a kiss.

"Perhaps supper afterwards."