"You should have woken me. I would have taken a shift at the tiller." "We actually considered it when you started to snore." "I don't snore!" "I beg to differ," Hadrian chided while chewing. She looked around the skiff as each of them, even Etcher, nodded. Her face flushed. Hadrian chuckled. "Don't worry about it. You can't be held accountable for what you do in your sleep." "Still," she said, "it's not very ladylike." "Well, if that's all you're worried about, you can forget it," Hadrian informed her with a wicked smirk. "We lost all illusions of you being prissy back in Sheridan." How much better it was when they were silent. "That's a compliment," he added hastily. "You don't have much luck with the ladies, do you, sir?" Wally asked, pausing briefly and letting the paddles hang out like wings, leaving a tiny trail of droplets on the smooth surface of the river. "I mean, with compliments like that, and all." Hadrian frowned at him, then turned back to her with a concerned expression. "I really did mean it as a compliment. I've never met a lady who would--well, without complaining you've been--" He paused in frustration, then added, "That little trick you managed back there was really great."