"I remember when you come struttin' into Camallate, running guns out of your ship," warmly. "You swaggering bastard. Remember? Down on the docks." It's half to reassure himself; his memory for fine details is starting to get a little hazy, and it scares him.
Even as he's talking, his hands have fallen to Lanse's belt, and he's unbuckling it carefully, feeling his way again.