[James McCullen is a Scotsman. A Scotsman in love. And when a Scotsman is in love, there is only one action he can take.
Putting on full regimental dress and parading through halls, serenading with bagpipes.
If you were wondering what the racket was, that's it. He's broadcasting part of his performance, to make sure the Admiral sees it-and to show all you puny dickwads what pinnacle of manhood you are competing with here.
Not that he's possessive or anything.
Right now, he's playing I'm Gonna Be since, well, he's Scottish. Duh. It has rather
this effect. Admiral, you better be paying attention.]