[A very pale Combeferre, worn out from the effects of the jump, and squinting into the camera is appearing on your screens, Tranquility, hi there. Despite being rather pale, he seems, well, well enough as anyone who was in engineering that day can attest to being, and there is a bit of a preoccupied smile on his face.]
Hello, everyone and welcome those of you who are new amongst us. I look forward to knowing you in time and hope you've had a decent time of things so far. That said, I do have a question, for, well, all of you, old and new passengers alike.
[Here is where he hesitates, shifting a bit, his face a little flushed as he considers how best to put this.]
I ah. It has been some time since I, at home, had time for seeking out romantic attentions or for seeking someone I could share them with as well.
[Given the year he's been on the ship, it's been about three years, to be precise, but, details, right?]
I think that I...that I may very well have found someone who I would much like to know better in that context, and it seems that, perhaps, the lady will not be opposed. I only wonder, I...
[He's taking off his spectacles now, polishing them a little frantically, with the edge of his shirt, then fiddling with them a little, so that the loose screw at the temple actually drops off completely.]
[So now Combeferre's sitting there, a side of his spectacles dangling off of his face, even as he attempts to shove them back up and keeps finding them slipping down, with his cheeks certainly going scarlet now.]
I wonder how...
What are the ways that you might woo someone you would like to know better? Ladies, what might a gentleman do, specifically, to ensure that he remains respectful to you, above everything else, even while he is asking you to potentially...
[How does he girls, ship? ]
This is awkward, perhaps I had better just...end here.