That word, in that tone of voice, never fails to make Joshua melt; he thinks he would do anything within his power, give Alecto absolutely anything he wanted, if he asked just like that. He smiles, swiping a hand back through his hair, disrupted by the wind, tying off the lead rope with the angle set just so, as the wind sends them skimming merrily at speed along the surface of the water.

"Of course," he replies almost immediately, keeping a weather eye on the conditions, but the sea is shining, almost as smooth as glass all around them. He turns his focus almost entirely to Alecto, clearly attentive to him, even with one hand on the line for the main sail. "You don't have to ask, dearest."