[ his lips quirk. ] Yes, well, most men don't get to work for-- [ you ] --the Prime Minister when they're taken off ship-duty.

[ he drops his empty cup into a trash receptacle, tucking his hands into the back pockets of his jeans to keep them from foolishness. ]

.. Don't misunderstand, please, because I occasionally also want to tear my hair out, but it happens less often now that I'm comfortable with the job.