Havelock obligingly shifts himself as need be, keeping flat against the sides of the shaft as far as he can - for politeness' sake.

Not that politeness holds much sway just now, and trying to hold to it too rigidly is both foolish and impossible. Still, Havelock waits a moment for Puck to settle himself - light and warm and very close - and looks back as calm and impassive as ever before reaching to shut the hatch and plunge them into near-darkness.