Shepard earns herself a mysterious glance and a coy little slant of a mandible. Like she would know if anything got him going: playing keep away with the sexy bits was a proud and long standing Turian tradition.

That said, council politicking was pretty much the opposite of arousing.

"You two are so different," he says instead of answering that, shrugging his thermals off and revealing the broad, tattooed expanse of his dark shoulders. "Your other looked ready to blast herself out the nearest airlock when I called another Turian 'cute'."

That IS a nice waist, though.