[stirring the mixture together in a glass, he is at least meticulous and gives a healthy serving of chocolate. He understands a sweet tooth.]

My boyfriend, actually. The Admiral isn't the kind of...commanding officer to give out homework. [Or any kind of direction at all really, frustratingly enough.

He'll actually make a glass for himself and set Walter's in front of him on the coffee table. When he sits He'll leave enough space between them that it isnt awkward.]

What happened with Pyotr Stepanovich that he might not appreciate me talking to you any more?