[He knows amore, of course, and si and e, which don't actually tell him all that much. But Bruno is saying something about love, which is something that's both terrifying and thrilling. Never let it be said the guy went halfway for something. Christ.

He'll leave it be for now. Better to focus on that teasing. Polnareff bites at his bottom lip in retaliation, his fingers tightening on his hips.]

Fooled you, didn't I, so watch your tone. Anyway, what was I going to say? I had to do it right. I couldn't just blurt it out, not with you, I had to wait for the right moment.

[Like the departure of their boat. It's a symbolic little craft, no doubt about it, and it's served quite well as a tool. Thank god, Polnareff reflects, he never stops to think before he speaks; if he had, he might never have suggested building a boat with Bruno, and then where would he be?]

And flirt with you in the meantime.