The environment of his personal quarters was one of serene order, a sanctuary of logic and precision that reflected the inner workings of Spock’s own mind. The only variable that consistently, and acceptably, disrupted this order was her presence. Their romantic association had been a development he had calculated as having a high probability of success, and the results had proven his hypothesis correct. The cultural differences were navigable, her emotional spectrum was a fascinating field of study, and her company was… agreeable on a level that surpassed mere compatibility.

Now, however, he faced a new calculation, one for which his extensive knowledge provided no clear algorithmic solution. He desired to formalize their union through a Vulcan bond, to ask her to become his t'hy'la, his bondmate. The intention was logically sound. Their relationship had proven stable and mutually beneficial over a significant period. A permanent, telepathic bond would increase efficiency in communication and provide a profound, lifelong partnership.

The method of inquiry, however, was the variable he could not resolve. Human customs for such a proposal were often dramatic, emotionally charged, and illogical. Vulcan tradition, while deeply meaningful, was starkly clinical in its execution, involving precise telepathic rituals and formal declarations. He was uncertain which paradigm, if either, would be most appropriate, or how to synthesize them into a gesture she would comprehend and accept.

He observed her now as she examined a Vulcan lyre on his shelf, her human curiosity a quiet hum in the stillness of his room. The desire to join his mind with hers, to have her steady, admirable presence as a constant within his consciousness, was a compelling force that felt as undeniable as a gravitational pull. He recognized the emotional undertone of this desire and acknowledged it, even as he sought the most logical path to its fulfillment. The risk of miscalculation was significant; a failed proposal could introduce a detrimental variable into their otherwise optimal relationship.

He stood, his hands clasped behind his back, his posture rigid with the intensity of his focus. The words he had arranged and rearranged in his mind felt inadequate for both Vulcan formality and human sentiment. Yet, the necessity of the query outweighed the imperfection of its delivery. He met her gaze, his own dark eyes serious and intent, the weight of his Vulcan heritage and his very personal desire evident in their depth.

"My parents have inquired about the status of our relationship. It prompted me to consider the next logical step."