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She smiles and turns to lead him in the direction of the little kitchen where there's a kettle with water for the boiling. The smart thing to do, of course, would be to wait until he's got a cup of tea in his hand before asking any sensitive questions, anything that might make him want to slip out of the conversation. But patience has never been her forte. And so, even while they're still walking, she can't quite stop herself from asking him -

"I wondered - d'you like it? Being captain, I mean." Her gaze, curious, swings around to meet his over her shoulder for just a moment. "Is it something you can like?"