[Once they've got some time to themselves--or the best that's gonna pass for it at the moment--he leans forward and wraps his arms around her waist, hiding his face in her breasts. He just...needs to pretend he doesn't exist for a while.

Boxer responds, but it's muffled in her dress.]

No, no...you warned pretty well. Don't think there's a real way to prepare for all of this.

[He's used to socializing with people on cruise ships that house thousands of people! But this? This is something else!]

You think I'm going over well?

[No sign of him letting go any time soon.]