Still no idea exactly what she was getting at. He was a bit too straightforward in his own practices to handle vagueness in any capacity. It was probably just as well.

There was the problem of her coming closer again, which he hadn't thought of beforehand and now regretted. He took the bottle of water, avoiding that clichéd brush of fingertips, and drank for a few moments. Then he cleared his throat loudly; his voice was hoarse, no wonder considering...

He knew exactly how her underwear had gotten over there, but it was not something he was going to think about at the moment. A good mental block was worth a thousand credits.

(He caught that glance.)

It had only been a matter of time anyway. "If we are in fact... friends... you should be able to ask a question."