He can tell that he's touched on a sensitive subject, which doesn't make him very comfortable because dealing with feelings isn't exactly something he's great at. But she fixes it all with a grin and he's back to nodding and smiling in return.

"Suppose that's what the ship is for, isn't it?" He jokes as he sets to move around the deck to prepare for a quick sail down the river. "Give me a hand, beautiful?" Because if there's something he likes as much as a lovely face, it's when that face is accompanied by capable hands.

((Unfortunately I am not knowledgeable on sailing so just assume the details, k? K))