[Sidestepping the question, he simply watches for a moment the way Spock’s eyes search for him, and the Forgemaster comes to understand the situation well enough. With a smile, his touch, both reassuring and possessive all at once, loses all tenderness and he draws the man closer towards him, bringing his lips inches from his ear. A pointed ear that reminds him of Zevran’s.]
I prefer Isaac -- [He corrects him, a note of viciousness underlying his breathless, roguish drawl.] -- if it does not put you out.
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I prefer Isaac -- [He corrects him, a note of viciousness underlying his breathless, roguish drawl.] -- if it does not put you out.