[Temeraire notices the wistful tone and expression, but he doesn't understand the reason why. He looks a little uncertain until France asks about him and Laurence. Then he nods, brightening a little.]

We are in the Aerial Corps, and Laurence is my captain. He was in the Navy before, and has fought in many battles, but then he won my egg from the French. Now he is an aviator, the very finest.

[He is so very proud of Laurence, can you tell?]