"Not exactly. I prefer to improvise." He smiles, pleased with the memory of the last time he'd really been able to cut loose that way-- but he'd only been able to in the first place because he hadn't been there as an officer, that time, and no one there knew who he was. It's a little odd to be asked about it now, the work he'd explained very easily to others when he'd first arrived, and now want to give a different answer, was instead of am. Maybe there's a way to say it while avoiding the tense altogether. "But that's harder to get away with when your superior officers are the ones throwing the parties, and they do have preferences."

Very British preferences, but if he says so he's going to have to say it like it doesn't matter, even knowing what he does about Fitzjames now. There must be a reason the man wants so badly for his secret to remain that way, and Raju hardly wants to risk arguing about the British Empire now.

"British ones mostly, or European," he shrugs. "It's the police for me at home, not navy, but I expect the formalities are much the same even in your day. The dances must have changed a little, I think, but I don't mind figuring it out."