“Nihlus.”
“Yeah.”
He rubbed his fringe, the back of his neck. Everything seemed more or less all right. Phew. Slowly, he picked himself up from the floor and started gathering the fallen sheets. There was a slight ringing in his ears as he rose.
“Think before you act.” Saren tossed him a bandage.
“I know.” Nihlus sighed, peeling away the adhesive. “Fuck it, that’s the last time I get sexual advice from a krogan.”
And the temperature in the little cabin dropped ten solid degrees from Saren’s glare.