Sharpe stood, still. He always stood -- at least until a woman in his presence sat down first. Only then could he bring himself to sit down first. These rules were inviolate, unless the woman in question was someone entirely special. Someone to whom normal courtesy did not apply.

But he did try and not watch while he stood. Averting his gaze.

"Inspire'em how?" He asked, if only to avoid telling her that Jason was a lousy name for a dog.