"It's not that you frighten me," replied Fitch, shrugging but still holding the mop. "You're just... strange. And I don't mean to be rude, but it's true. Also, you're in a nightgown. I'm not supposed to see women in their nightgowns." He blushed a bit and looked at his feet. "It's ungentlemanly and very rude." The last bit sounded distinctly like he was quoting someone else, probably his mother.
Looking back up at the princess, Fitch finished, "I have to mop the floor. Cleaning up is kind of my job, and this is... well, it's a lot of blood. Somebody got crushed by the cannon chains again, I'll bet. Happened on the last voyage, too. Except there were bits and pieces that time." He was about to describe how he'd had to pry an ear from between two floorboards when he realized that he shouldn't say something so grotesque in front of royalty.

































