Burton leapt to his feet when he saw Arryn and Bo leave the inn, a slight spring in his step. "Good to see you too, Bo," subtly reminding the guard that his master had indeed said his name earlier. Or at least the name he went by. He gestured for the two of them to follow, leading them in a slow but straight path towards the docks. "Lovely name, that. Deceptively simple, just like a bow. Father always used to say that the worst kind of perfectionist is a bowyer. Said that about every profession though, so take that with a grain of salt."
As they neared the row boat where the two men he had brought with him had been ordered to wait, Burton slowed his pace further. He slipped in close to Arryn and Bo, dropping his voice into an almost conspiratorial whisper. "Now, between you and me, after the Captain I'm the prettiest piece of ass on the ship. The rest of the boys, well they don't have my wit or my charm. Rough around the edges like. I just ask you forgive them if they aren't as polite or political as I try to be, aye? They're sensitive. And try to use small words around them. Some of them can't even read."
He shook his head in feigned disappointment as he approached the boat and gave his men a hidden wink and a nod. Once again, his accent dropped into something ragged and low class when he addressed them. "Look at you two. Didn't run after the first piece of arse what blinked her lashes at ya. Good job, really."
He stepped over the edge of the boat, undisturbed by the slight sway as it shifted with his weight, and turned to hold his hand out towards Bo and Arryn. Halfway gesturing to them, halfway offering to help them aboard. "These are our distinguished passengers, boys. Now you're both to treat them as good as you treat the Captain, or I'll let Ser Bo feed you some of your teeth. Lord Arryn, Ser Bo, this is Faldin and Kira. Two strongest backs I've had the pleasure of working with."