Re: [declan and clementine, marvel]
[Declan was groomed on tradition; after dinner drinks, men discussing stocks and bonds in the study while the women occupied themselves with valium on the veranda. In that world, as traditional as a sinking luxury liner, men conducted the business. It was a compliment to a woman, to not bother her delicacy with vexations. So while Clementine was paying for the boat, Declan sought to do the buying. His handshake was something recalled through genetics, steady at the elbow and firm in the grip. The man seemed to appreciate it, his smile was wide.]
Mind if we take a look? [There were no complaints as Clementine moved to the edge of the dock. He took her hand while the man began to explain the boat's features for the two of them. Declan followed her onto the boat, gripping the metal rail and stepping beneath the blue awning. The man was in the midst of thoroughly outlining the aspects of the engine, using words like jet, impeller, and intake. Declan looked out over the water briefly before turning to Clementine, eyebrow raised with inquiry about the lesson being taught.] You get all of that?
[Although he doubted that she cared about the mechanics of it, he'd been surprised by her before. He'd never envisioned her having a career, certainly not one so physically demanding. Then again, at this point, Declan was ready to give up on expectations altogether in regards to women.] Can you see it? [He gestured with wide hand to the helm. The steering wheel where she would one day soon stand, if this deal was made.] Being here?