<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/TWmZLt7.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>T'set Vaan<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Lobby of the Academy<br/><strong>Doing:</strong>Orientation and giving a tour soon<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Academy Cadet Uniform<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rosalyn Janeway, Zaheil, OPEN<br/><br/>He would continue to walk and listen to what the two would reply to what he had spoken about.  Rosalyn had a great response to what he had said about the Golden Gate Bridge.  It made him happy, he had made the woman happy.  He felt her hand move to up his arm a bit more and he allowed her as he walked more with her.<br/><br/><strong>"Ahh yes, the sunsets here are quite a charm to be seen.  The way the sunlight reflects off of the water is an array to behold.  Far more exciting than what I remember of Vulcan.  Not that Vulcan is not a sight to behold itself.  I just prefer the sights I have here.</strong><br/><br/>And sights he did have as he would make glances over to Rosalyn as he brought her a bit closer with his arm as he walked with the two.<br/><br/><strong>"Very much so, you are not my father, or my superior.  Perhaps one day you might, but for now we will let the Academy determine that, along with our future endeavors after the Academy,"</strong>he would reply to the Ferengi with a calm, friendly smile, before holding onto Rosalyn tightly.  He gave the Ferengi that chance to try to be the best he can be.  Is there competition in the Academy?  Yes, it is one of the best ways to bring the best out of others, but there was also unity.  Thus, this competition had to be healthy, and to be a good sport even if one was the loser.  Without this, the Federation would be no better than the Klingon Empire, or the Cardassian Union.  He had to remember the IDIC; Infinite Diversity in Infinite Combinations.  This was a keystone to how he wanted to live.  Yes he was putting his own spin to the Vulcan saying, but he wasn't necessarily all Vulcan either.<br/><br/>He himself had his own thoughts of rubbing his hands through the red tresses of Rosalyn's locks and feeling the silky smooth hair against his own body.  He had a thing for the red hair that some humans had.  It was alluring to him.  He knew that maybe it was time to seek companionship from Rosalyn at some point as well.  Not sexual intercourse solely; though that is a nice benefit with someone like her, but to also be able to have someone to enjoy his time with.  That person was Rosalyn and he knew it.