[Dylan has always appreciated correct and proper promptitude in his soldiers, and thinks that Rhade is no more than a particularly keen soldier with an eye for a promotion. They're close enough in rank that he can consider Rhade a friend, at least while they're off duty and away from other crewmen, but he suspects nothing more. Dylan's romantic thoughts are three thousand miles away, back on England's shores.]

Rhade. [He nods a greeting to him.] I'm going to order you to go against regulation and remove your uniform coat. The red will show up against these trees like a harlot in Westminster.

[Dylan is removing his own red coat as he speaks.]