"So..." Your captain began, almost too red in the face to continue. He had his cigar lit at one point, then ashed out almost immediately. His wings folded back neatly, his arms folded over his chest with a hand scratching into his beard nervously.

John had given you a precious scale of his yesterday, and you accepted without knowing he'd be trying to lay with you. Now youre in his quarters, a damn neat nest in his bedroom with a few shiny objects jutting out of it.

"Would you lay with me?"