"It's larger than my... my berth on the ship," he said, struggling for a moment to remember the proper words. Even if this was a ship, too, it felt more like home. "Ah... If you'd like, I'm sure we could find a, a sitting room somewhere..." His cheeks flushed. It wasn't proper, having a woman in his bedchamber. He didn't want Miss Cecelia to think... to have any dishonour cast on her at all.