Aren's face turned a deep crimson, and his eyes locked on the floor. He sped through the room, practically sprinting down the hall into his quarters, dressing in record time.<br/><br/>He returned to the common area a few moments later, a broad grin on his face. "Now," he said, "About that popcorn." He placed a pot filled with oil and kernels on the stove, and within a matter of minutes, produced a large bowl of the fluffy white nodules, perfectly popped, with just a hint of salt and butter. "An action movie sounds perfect," he said, settling on the sofa next to Jalith, "If you want more salt or butter, I can get it for you." For whatever reason, he found himself overly helpful whenever he was alone with a beautiful woman; despite his best efforts, he could not figure out why he did it.