He didn't even seem all that discouraged to talk about being taken down, which should be mildly concerning in itself.

But he practically beams at the mention of his crew again, still glad that he's doing right by them. Finally. They're not just some dark secret, a shame, a failure. They're acknowledged in having been loyal men. Not good. Not by a mile. But dutiful and steadfast and brave.

They had faith in him, and all he can do now is make it so it wasn't misplaced. "I know you ain't really a heavy drinker, but enjoy all you want. I don't wanna have to take any of these bottles back to my room. An' Soldat made a cake if you're in the mood for somethin' sweet."