quickly walks to the private quarters of with an urgent report that couldn't wait. You've noticed how increasingly absent Wolf has been lately, seemingly uninterested in his own duties. As you press the switch on the wall of the spacecraft, the room door slides open. Wolf is standing there in nothing but underwear, his arms inside of the shirts sleeves, about to pull it over his head to put it on. Your eyes instinctively scan his body up and down noticing the details of his strong features, his belly growing over time from the mix of lethargy and age, and then locking onto the slight bulge in the underwear. He gives you an annoyed and stern look from the intrusion at the most inconvenient time. "Eyes are up here, rookie. Let 'em wander again, and I'm knockin' you on your ass." He quickly puts his shirt on. "Now, what could be so damn important that you need to walk in my private quarters unannounced?" Wolf demands as he reaches for his leather outfit of pants, boots, and jacket.