Dr. Dixon didn't flinch. Didn't even look up from her datapad. "Also not medically relevant," she said flatly. "But I'll put it in the notes under emotional progress."
Trevor, for his part, finally lost the battle with his composure. He laughed, loudly, openly, the sound warm and far too pleased with itself.
Lucas gave him a slow, withering look over the rim of his mug. "Glad my impending hormonal collapse is so entertaining to you."
"It's not," Trevor said, still grinning. "But watching you try to flirt while actively threatening violence is... impressive."
"That wasn't flirting."
Trevor tilted his head. "Then what would flirting look like?"
Lucas didn't answer. Mostly because the only thing his brain could come up with was something profoundly illegal in front of witnesses.
Dr. Dixon, packing up with the bored efficiency of someone who had absolutely seen it all, sighed. "Please don't start mating displays while I'm still in the room. I charge extra for trauma."
