"You remember my wine preferences," he said with a smile, the mention of his favorite drink waving off his maudlin mood. "I certainly can't drink them alone," he added with an exaggerated wiggle of his eyebrows. "That sounds great," he replied, pulling her arm closer to him as he led the way to his cabin. "You know, it is quite beautiful here," he rambled.
When they made it to his cabin, he opened the door for her and waited for her to enter first - just because they appeared marooned on some deserted nation, didn't mean he wasn't still a gentleman, after all. Well, it didn't mean he couldn't start being a gentleman.