<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/fc/d5/b0/fcd5b04e2458fff93763a1fb265e7967.png)</div><br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">NAME:</span></strong>Malcolm Thomas (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=329085.msg15779733#msg15779733)<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">RACE:</span></strong>Human<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">OCCUPATION:</span></strong>Engineering Gimp<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">DATE:</span></strong>December 20th, 2174 CE<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">WEARING:</span></strong>Black tank top & loose black pants w/ boots.<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">LOCATION:</span></strong>Kalanhai Upper Deck | Engineering<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">CONTENT:</span></strong>Huh...What?<br/><strong><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: arial black;">TAG:</span></strong>Flo<br/><br/><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><div align="center"> ___________________________________________________________</div><br/>He grinned as she indicated he'd done well, pleased to have helped her find a cheaper solution to the problem, though not purely because it meant his req would be handled quicker.  It was always nice to feel as if you'd been useful, and while he knew she had viewed his presence as a nuisance, perhaps even resenting the implication that she couldn't look after herself, he felt he'd done his part to prove it was worth letting him tag along.  If he'd had a tail, the fucker'd have been wagging.<br/><br/>Then she brought up the bouncy castle again, and he blinked at the mention of the bed.  Surely she wasn't?  But, no, that<em>look</em>would have been impossible to mistake by even the most sexually oblivious salarian.  The way she looked at him sent a spike of heat through his gut and he shifted on his feet, silently willing his body to just<em>fucking</em>behave, goddamnit.  Somehow popping a damned erection over a steamy glance seemed...adolescent, and he very much didn't want her to think of him as immature.  He swallowed and glanced down at her prodding, cocking a brow as something occurred to him that blessedly distracted from the threat of inopportune boners.<br/><br/>"You know...for someone I had to bribe to touch my hand, you sure seem to have taken a liking to feeling up my chest, Florinthia.  And, yes, I most definitely will be escorting you back to your room, since there's no less chance of you having another...ah, let's just leave it at yes then, shall we?"  He recalled her annoyance over the incident and her determination that they pretend it didn't happen and thought for the sake of his chances, maybe a bit of compromise.<br/><br/>"For the record...what would you do if I did requisition a bed?"<br/><br/>Only a<em>bit</em>, though.