you see a lot, doctor.

He steadied himself to board the ship, as it were, but before he could, she had already moved. Damned woman. He cursed to himself silently and without moving his lips. She wanted to go elsewhere. But he didn't want to move or put in any more effort than he had to. The thought of mating itself was often too exhausting for him to follow through with the desire. Laziness, energy levels, and lust were all computed into a decision of convenience.

He wanted to complain that he hadn't the time or energy. Or that he was requiring too much pillow talk to make it worth his while. Sometimes being a male sucked, because complaining or venting made you a wuss.

So he sucked up his chest. "Lead on.", gruffly. "This can't last all day you know.", he indicated his loaded gun. Thoughts of age had never met his mind. She seemed adult enough in stature, and that was that.

He followed.