Ephram answered the knock promptly. He was grateful for the privacy these quarters allowed, if he had correctly interpreted the earlier look of appraisal from the Commodore. Ephram had shed his heavy jacket, his crisp white long sleeved shirt and vest were warm enough for below decks. It also afforded a less formal atmosphere, as he was hoping this evening would be more...friendly.

"Good evening, Commodore," he said as he gestured for Nero to enter.