*He nods.* Jean: Yeah... kinda kissing on the first date after seeing me on the ground surrounded by paramedics could be classified as... going fast... *He looks away.*
OOC: Yeah, I has school... *Looks around.* Krys, can this thing go any slower? I knew we should have taken the transporter... *Looks at her and smiles.*
*Yawns.* You don't need to protect her man, she can handle herself pretty well, and if not, she has me. That, and Worffan's just finding an excuse to blow some money on something. *Raises an eyebrow.* Do you really think she needs any more protection than a retired assassin still in his prime, a lycan with the powers of a…
I still don't like you using profanity in front of my wife. *Crosses his arms and gives her his best 'I know how to fillet you five ways to Friday' look.*
Please, don't use that kind of language in front of my wife, and probably your captain. *Smiles, looking at her.* And, that may very well be treason. So, shut up, please.
Baroan: No, no. Not with a task. I mean with everything! I can't run the military, let alone a country! *He turns to her, stricken.* Baroan: I'm a washed-up spymaster! The military boys don't even know me! They wouldn't follow me! *He takes a breath, trying to calm down.* Baroan: But they know you, you can... can command…
OOC: Just my new character, who's based on Gambit (and a twilight user thanks to what I have now coined the 'Loki Incident'), romancing Clara, or getting romanced if you ask Ryan, and trying to become insinuated into the story again.