[ When he was eleven and still in medical school, his concentration on xenobiology brought him numerous opportunities to practice: turian, asari, human. He's begun thinking of this as he works small, careful circles into the eminently soft tissue of her breast because he suddenly remembers how the first and last time he did this the patient unexpectedly loosed a ticklish giggle before clamping down in embarrassment, only to fight it a second time. Shepard's nipples are hard peaks atop the smooth swell of her flesh—from the temperature differential, most likely, surely—and he is conscientious about exploring every part she's made accessible but them. Too sensitive, too intimate. Unnecessary. Shepard's discomfort already understandable; important to make every effort to minimize it. ]

Everything normal. Other side now.

[ And he is all those things, that might be the worst part. Slow, diligent, and so very, very gentle. ]

Yes, good speech. Clearly Kirrahe in agreement; same slogan for five years. Luckily salarians good at multitasking. Deliver rousing speech, still avoid bullets.