Thorn: And these are my quarters! Here I can show you more of this human thing called “kissing.”
Leif (thinking): Okay, I failed to blow up the aliens. Infiltrating their ship and seducing their field commander is also a good strategy, right?
(TOSS! / FLING! / DISROBE!)
Leif: I didn’t know your species had textured skin too!
Thorn: I’m afraid that’s just a phaser burn. But I understand we’re physically compatible where it counts . . .
Leif: . . .
Thorn: Is anything wrong?
Leif: . . . Is that it?
Thorn: Hey! This is a standard size for my species! Why, what do you have?
Thorn: . . .
Yes please I would like some of all of that.
Are they slippery? — ooh, yes —
Leif: Ohhh —
Thorn: Hey, if I do anything wrong, tell me and I’ll —
Leif: don’t you dare stop