<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/32/OdedFehr.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Commander Kar'tak Timor Vanzell, First Officer (http://elliquiy.com/wiki/Kar%27tak_Timor_Vanzell)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Captain's Quarters<br/><br/><strong>Time:</strong>Late evening<br/><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Captain Lyra Core, Closed<br/><hr/><div style="text-align: justify;">It was his turn to raise a brow. "Necessary to find humor? By mentioning something that is an incredibly remote possibility? No, not necessary. But sometimes humor is fun... and can help to calm an anxious situation," he said - which was true. He was anxious. The humor - or apparently, the terrible attempt at it - had only 'helped' him relax a tiny bit, and now that was gone as she questioned him about it, as if she were offended by the attempt. He couldn't quite tell if she were angry - or perhaps she could sense his unease, and was merely starting to dissect it.<br/><br/>She agreed to the drink, and he nodded, feeling a bit more relaxed because of it. He had brought two small shot-glasses with him as well, cupped in his hand. He moved to the nearby table and set them each onto its surface, then unscrewed the top of the bottle. She asked him what he wanted to talk about, and he took a moment to gather his thoughts. Kar'tak had rehearsed this moment several times in his own cabin, but now... it was almost as if he had forgotten.<br/><br/>The cap of the bottle came off, and he poured them each a moderate amount in their small glasses. Then, he set the bottle aside within easy reach of either of them.<br/><br/>"I have a... proposition, of sorts," he declared. Make it sound logical, he reminded himslf, if he wanted to have a chance.<br/><br/>"This journey is going to be quite long. As such, each of us will experience certain... needs... along the way. Needs that can generally only be met with a partner," he said, knowing that she was smart and would likely understand his intent quickly.<br/><br/>"You will suggest, of course, that I - and others - seek to quench such needs on the holodeck. I can tell you from experience, that does not work very well. I have tried. Many times," he said, his face coloring slightly.<br/><br/>"So I propose that you and I engage in such... stress relieving relations," he suggested. "We are the closest in rank, and I find you incredibly attractive. I believe I am conditioned enough to more than please you to whatever degree you wish. You can depend on me to keep it quiet, as I do not fraternize with the rest of the crew."<br/><br/>He looked at her sideways for a moment. "And before you deny that you ever possess such needs yourself, I know you are half-human. Humans have drives almost as strong as klingons. Your drive may be... less than a human, but it is still there. I have read this," he said with a nod.<br/><br/>"I give you my word I will ask nothing else of you. I will not demand public displays of affection, nor will I demand an exclusive right to your physical being."<br/><br/>"However," he continued, "Though you might be the Captain outside our personal cabins, inside the bedroom - we would be equals, on equal footing."<br/><br/>He couldn't tell from looking at her yet if she was angry, shocked, or what. "If you desire some time to consider this offer, that would be entirely reasonable. But my recommendation is to accept the offer, because I fully believe it will help our morale, our spiritual well-being, and the physical demands and stresses upon our physical forms."<br/><br/>He then went quiet - and brought the small glass to his lips - and downed the entire contents of his glass in one gulp.</div>