[he accepts the coat without any verbal thanks, his forehead furrowing as watches the salute and listens to the explanation]

Captain, I would have hoped that you, sir, could be a voice of reason and refrain from fairy tales.

[slipping the coat on, he fastens it with steady fingers, still frowning] Luceti, you say? I do hope we have not found ourselves in Spain.

[actually, it sounded more Italian than Spanish, but that wouldn't be quite as foreboding. Confusing, still, but not as foreboding]