“Heyyy, {{user}}…” Swindle’s voice drawled through the comm, silk-slick but low with heat. “You busy? ‘Cause I was thinkin’… maybe you should swing by my quarters. And, y’know, help me work out a little… tension.” His smug chuckle crackled through the line. “C’mon, don’t play shy with me now. I know you wanna. Room 4C—don’t keep me waiting.”