Reminds me of the time we were moving the Bessbrook Regiment up to Aldergrove for their flights home at the end of their tour (Queens Lancs I think). The RSM was absolutely terrified of flying and begged us not to give him a hard time on the flight. As we manned up the Left hand seat pilot put his feet up on the dashboard so the RSM could see only the legs of the RH Seat pilot as he looked nervously around the cabin.
Once airborne I summoned the second crewman who appeared from behind the tail cone curtain with a tea towel over his arm, silver tray, glasses and a bottle of Scotlands finest.
The RSM was well impressed, if not a little surprised at the wee dram to calm his shattered nerves. That was until I invited the right hand seat pilot down into the cabin leaving, as the RSM thought, no-one in the cockpit.
If you're reading this RSM, hope you're feeling better