<div class="floatleft">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/92/cd/85/92cd85ec2a22444f2bc7b101e7e7b143.jpg)</div><strong>Morag</strong><br/><br/>Morag chuckled as Bryce jumped to making coffee- well, jumped as much as he could still be rather comfortably parked in her lap, at least. "Ay'd meant fer Dyn to do it, but since yer bein' so obligin', thanks indeed, Chief. Just a spot of honey, if ye would. Too much make me fangs itch."<br/><br/><br/>She looked down at the hand that had squeezed itself between her and the Engineer, coming to rest on her bosom. "Bit handsy today, are we, Scarlett? Well, 'ave at it, then." She reached up and unfastened the front of her bodice, giving the Sultana better access to her cool, pale flesh. "But mind you don't muck about<em>too</em>much, ey? 'Tis all I can do ta keep from sippin' from Gears as ittiz. Get me wairked up, he'll be spendin' the rest of shift in Sickbay."