Gangplank looked passionately into Sejuani's eyes. He had been planning this for months, and he hoped everything would go perfect. It was the end of a hard day at the League, and Gangplank was meaning to bring his plans into fruition. Let's just say that he didn't exactly intend to Parrrrley with Sejuani, and his morale wasn't the only thing about to be raised.

Sejuani had just come into his room. Gangplank, a gentleman at his core, helped her off her boar.
"Thank you Gangplank," said Sejuani, not meeting his eyes, blushing so much she looked redder than Cho'Gath on a hot day on Summoner's Rift.
Now there was a proper woman, thought Gangplank. Not some prickly, perfumed, spruced up "beauty" like Caitlyn or Fiora. Lord knows the League had enough of those artificial "beauties," women who spent more time on their makeup than tending to their weapons, and Gangplank had no respect or attraction for them.
Sejuani was a true woman. He found her sexy precisely because she could hold her own in combat. Watching her run at enemies, yelling mightily as her boar charged, swinging her mace, was enough to make a man let loose a Cannon Barrage. A true woman, a warrior woman, who smelled of blood, sweat, and the fur of her boar, rather than the newest expensive perfume from Demacia.

Gangplank went straight to business. He made sure to Remove his Scurvy before inviting Sejuani over. They skipped the pleasantries entirely, embracing tightly and falling down to the bed together. Gangplank nuzzled the boar rider's hair, drinking in the scent of her flesh, appreciating every moment.
As he unbuckled the mail off of Sejuani's body, she started shyly up into his eyes.. "This is going to be so romantic, so special, I just know it."
Gangplank looked back at her, smiling confidently, and shouted in reply: "Prepare to be boarded!"