Distinguished, eh? I think I can get behind that. [Lightly and with good humor. He's in no hurry to get them.]

[Tap, tap, goes a finger on his chin.] Though I think Maes would start pestering me more. [Teasing Hughes (and warmly) but there's more than a little truth in the joke.] 'Trafalgar, look in the mirror. A man of your years should be settling down, raising a family.' Not that he doesn't remind me... but nah, he doesn't need any more ammunition. Even if it would look good.