[There's the impression of something, just for a moment as he opens up to her. Blue, very blue. The pressure of a Biotic field, the fearless zing of sniper-fire from behind; a Turian silhouette at her six. It never occurs to Shepard ot think first of sex, because a partnership like that... yeah, she gets that. There's no Shepard, after all, without Vakarian.]
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( Shit, Sam. You know I do. )