Zoroka watched the exchange with no small amount of amusement. That is, until she saw that Vashir had stopped eating. That happened with enough regularity whenever he dined out that she knew he frequently dined alone. She scowled.
Leaning over so her breast pressed up against Vashir's arm, she murmured with her lips a breath away from touching his cheek, "Don't make me feed you. I'll do it, you know."
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