"Girls, yes. Fiesty Inmates, it can be suspicious."

[Kirk stares at one of the gloves on the ground for a few moments. It's not abuse of his position if she just needs to get laid. It's actually more liking her out. Obviously.

Whatever. He's tired of that voice in the back of his head that sounds like Bones telling him this is a bad idea. It's a damn good idea because any idea that involves sex is by default, a damn good one.]

"Guess you'll just have to prove me wrong then." [He smirks at her and strips off his shirt, tossing it off to the side.]