“I’m sure you can be,” Sev replied, laughing along with the Zeltron. “But nonetheless, I fear I must...<i>go away!</i>”. The last was directed at the... by the Crystal Mountains, was that a<i>protocol</i>droid with the syringe?  Whatever it was, it gave him more incentive to bat the droid’s arm away again.<br/><br/>“Sir,” the droid insisted patiently, “I must insist. You are not yet recovered from your injuries.”<br/><br/>“I said no,” Sev repeated. “And if-yaaaa!  He slammed back into the medical bed as Jilljoo landed on his lap and pushed.  He found himself staring into a delightfully expanse if cerulean cleavage, hands resting on sleek bare thighs that clamped around his hips.  Despite the awkwardness of the situation, he felt himself beginning to respond.<br/><br/>“Yes, you listen, you stay,” she purred in her broken Basic, before shifting to Ryl and adding "...and we can work on your Ryl."<br/><br/>“Look,” he replied in his accented Ryl, “I’d love to stay<i>right here</i>and work on my Ryl for hours.  Demonstrate how well my tongue works certain phrases, and show you my skill with hand-lekku. But,” he tried to push her off, and only succeeded in moving her against his erection, “I have things I need...”. Something hissed against his neck, stinging a little. The droid!  The damned droid had snuck up on him!  “I... really can’t...” he mumbled, fighting the sedative. “Gotta... gotta go.”  Speech was hard, and he wasn’t sure if words were forming, now. “Broke...”<br/><br/>His head sagged back, and he began to snore.