<div align="center"><strong>-=Simeon Gaorong - bustin' out dem skillz - The Gamble's cargo bay, docked on Persephone=-</strong></div><br/>While the lustbirds employed their variant mating rituals toward one another - a wasted effort given they were both already as close to enamored with one another as either was capable of feeling, by his reckoning - Simeon waited patiently for the display to end so that they could move on with more serious business. They had a landing party - or more than one - to assemble and send off, duties to divvy out between said parties, rendezvous timing to plan, and a number of other menial tasks that were a part of each of these routine stops planetside. The Captain's appearance seemed like the sensible cue for this period of work talk to begin. Apparently others thought otherwise. Alright, if poking was what the strappy co-pilot felt like doing, Si could poke back. Unfortunately he never quite got into the habit of pulling his punches when it came to dealing with that sort of behavior.<br/><br/>It was nothing overly hostile or malicious, of course, but there was a certain degree of premeditation regarding the likely impact of the jab: Si pointedly turned his attention from Vincent to the lovely young lady at his side and said simply, "I am well aware of certain parties' interests in what I have to offer." No lewdness to it, no stretch to exaggerate the implications, just enough to prick the emotional young man's obvious sensitivity about a certain relationship.