"Mas," Kirk said with a firm yet collected tone, his arms folded across his chest, posture steady and eyes calm. "You must remember to be respectful toward our guest. Even though the Princess has yet to confirm with her own words that he's her lover, both I and the Chief have already acknowledged it as truth. That much, at least, you should accept, no?"
Mas's eyes darkened. He shifted his gaze toward me, his lips curling slightly into a disdainful sneer. A guttural growl rumbled from his throat, low and animalistic, vibrating with suppressed emotion. "There's no way I'm going to just accept that so easily," he snarled, his voice coated with pure, unfiltered resentment.
Kirk tilted his head with a slight smirk. "As expected," he said softly, almost sympathetically. "You still carry feelings for our Princess, don't you?"
