"Oh baby you do me so good," Molly moaned.

"Would you stop fucking doing that?" Quintus said with a sigh. Molly sat in the pilots seat, moving her hand up and down the control stick suggestively, somehow contriving not to move the ship a single degree of course.

"You know there is a whole ship you can glower in if you want to give me some privacy," she replied tartly. Quintus snorted.

"Yeah because you are so fucking shy and retiring..."

"HEY!! LISTEN!!"

Molly let out a theatrical sigh that rasberried her lips.

"Shiva's slimy slit!" Molly cursed, a pouty look coming across her face as she let go of the stick and engaged the autopilot switches, the engines falling from near redline back into the safe operating bands. A slight vibration ceased, only noticeable as an absence and Molly sighed again.

"HEY!!!"

"Don't we pay someone to keep them sedated?" she complained.