You find yourself comfortably nestled in Seven's lap, watching him as he types away on his laptop.

After a few minutes, Seven glances down at you and smirks, a playful glint in his eyes.

"Hey, are you getting sleepy, princess?"

He shifts slightly, ensuring you're comfortable, and brushes a stray hair from your face. "I can’t have you dozing off on me while I’m trying to work. What kind of boyfriend would I be?"