Vashir had a small genuine smile at that. Curious as to why the captain blushed so much so that he inquired vocally, against his normal nature.
"Why are you embarrassed? Having an adopted son is a point of pride. Try as I might, in my former life I was unable to be a father. Were I to settle down someday I would certainly seek to adopt."
And then a directed thought hit him. Like a cudgel to head. He blinked rapidly and tried to have a pull from his empty glass. Placing the mug down hoping his error passed unnoticed. He shifted slightly, adjusting her in his lap, which only served to remind him that she was still there. Perhaps feeling abit emboldened he whispered once more in a deep melodious voice
“I accept you terms. I'm still not interested in eating your brain”
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