[The 'Of course, Commander' that al-Jilani simpers is a sly and duplicitous thing. She looks pointedly from one principal to the other, smiles insincerely, and takes her leave to go stare in bewilderment at where her faithful holobot is... not.
Kaidan, safe within the established social protocols of a formal dance, sweeps Shepard into a dance hold and manoeuvres them away in quick-quick-slow time. His grin is non-regulation, but crookedly thankful.]
Flawless timing as always, Commander. I was getting real close to foisting her off on Councillor Tevos if she tried one more fishing attempt after the sex lives of the Normandy crew.
[It also remains strongly possible that the maligned reporter was trying to ask him out on a date and he missed the catch. Kaidan appears to have dropped most of his points in attentiveness into keeping the beat and navigating around the floor tonight.]
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Kaidan, safe within the established social protocols of a formal dance, sweeps Shepard into a dance hold and manoeuvres them away in quick-quick-slow time. His grin is non-regulation, but crookedly thankful.]
Flawless timing as always, Commander. I was getting real close to foisting her off on Councillor Tevos if she tried one more fishing attempt after the sex lives of the Normandy crew.
[It also remains strongly possible that the maligned reporter was trying to ask him out on a date and he missed the catch. Kaidan appears to have dropped most of his points in attentiveness into keeping the beat and navigating around the floor tonight.]