"I'm sorry to laugh so long Captain, but you've made me so happy." "Happy, Madam?" "Yes, it was a true and wonderful gift," she smiled walking down the stairs to his side. She quietly looked up into his eyes, and the room went still, "I had observed that you are a bit of a martinet, someone who seems unwilling to compromise or have compassion for others who are less. . . shall we say well endowed?" He seemed to blush, looking down, then away and back up to her face. "Really Madam, I do not think. . ." Realizing in the midst of his confusion what he took as her meaning, she did a similar look away until she gathered her own composure.
"CAPTAIN! Certainly, not that I would be able to make any real or even estimated comparisons, I'm a respectable woman after all . . . what I MEANT was endowed as in abilities. . ." His lascivious grin told her she still had mis-spoken.
"CAPTAIN! Fine let's go with less intelligence, understanding and generous nature, shall we."
"We shall, Mrs. Muir." "Thank you Captain," she grinned as she walked into the parlor. "And you're right about the rest of course too," he called after her. "CAPTAIN!" she responded and with matching grins, they moved on to safer topics.