ᴇɴꜱɪɢɴ. ᴠᴏʀɪᴋ.

I find it agreeable that another holds the same opinion as I.

....oh.

It should be agreeable then. As I would not be required to take leave-- unless desired or.. medically necessary afterwards.

I am not opposed to your attentions, However I must not miss any more work. I would not wish to trouble Chief O'Brien with any more requests for days of leave.

I.. see. I am appreciative of the gesture.

It is only.. logical that I be of service.

....Yes ma'am.

then prehaps you are misguided. As a vulcan i do not feel emotions such as excitement.

Ah... certainly yes. It has been... some time, however.

...No, I am unsure.

I am grateful for it, then. I will remember that this is a terran compliment.

I am quite unsure as to what you both are implying.

I am neither "poor" nor am I the young of a terran feline. Is this a colloquial compliment?

I... see.

I am Vulcan. I do not feel excited.

Greetings, Intendant. What is required of me on this occasion?

please respond :(

More than one? There will soon be a line out of my private quarters, intendant.

oh my

There is no logical reason to be shamed of my natural form, Sir. Perhaps.. it is simply the pressure to seem suitable that causes the hesitancy I have experienced.

Yes sir, Commander. There is logic and honour founded in this. I find no reason to disobey orders.

Indeed, I fortunately do..

Oh my.

secret indeed, that Vulcans had a focus on the extremities. Fingers, without emotion; simply the buzzing of circuitry. It was enticing, the statuesque perfection of each digit. The marble-hardness of his domineering vocal chords. It sent rushes down his spine, lashing at him like whips.*

*Vorik stood on weakened legs in front of his body-length mirror. Reminding himself the guidance of Surak's teachings as he waiting in patience for his commander to make himself known again. Those hands, basked almost in the silver of Mother of Pearl bore burning holes into his mind's eye. It was no

CHIEF MAY I BE EXCUSED.

OH.

Nana Visitor posing in a leotard and fishnet stockings in a production of "Chicago"

Trekkies be normal about this picture challenge. (Difficulty level: Kobayashi Maru)

I apologize for.. my behavior.

*Then he turned, excusing himself from the murmuring crowds. His movements were half made in anticipation and half that of willing obedience to his superior officer. His uniform was stripped from him, and folded with the utmost care and stashed away into his closet.*

-the hold caused his head to fall. His legs shook like a colts as he stood again . Vorik barely thought to adjust his uniform before his hands found themselves hid behind his back. His head tilted down in an apologetic manner. Fingers twitching in only a manner of which a Vulcan would understand.*