"Shepard. How can I help?"
"Have you got a minute to talk?"
"Actually, wanted to talk. Medical matters."
"FINALLY someone wants to talk to…medical matters?"
"Yes. Aware that mission is dangerous. Different species react differently to stress."
"Are you going where I think you're going with this Mordin?"
"Aware you have come by a great deal."
"Oh, you are. Have you noticed I'm a man?"
"Have had other species become attracted to me before."
"Oh, really Mordin, this is going too far…"
"Awkward."
"You're too right! I'm more of a Jack guy…Ahhhhhh Ja…"
"Not interested."
"Good! Erm, great! Why are you telling me this?"
"You talk to me a great deal…"
"All twelve times I've come by I asked you to sing…"
"Not interested in same-gender relationships."
"…"
"Shepard. You look dizzy. Can get you something for that."
"No,no, Mordin. I'm…fine?"
"Are you asking a question?"
"No?"
"Shepard. Stop that."
"Okay? Don't look at me like that. I just wanted you to lay down some…tasty beats…?"
"…"
"…"
"Shepard, forget you just said that."
"Yes. Right. Wanna sing?"
"Certainly. OOOOOHHHHHH…"
"Wait, wait, let me get comfortable."
"Done? Yes? Good. I am the very model of a scientist salarian, I've studied species turian, asari, and batarian. I'm quite good at genetics (as a subset of biology) because i am an expert (which i know is a tautology). My xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian, I am the very model of a scientist salarian."
"BRAVO, BRAVO MORDIN. WOW, JUST WOW!"
"Sarcasm detected, Shepard?"
"How dare you!"
"Shepard. Not easy to sing in front of commander. Awkward."
"Well then let me shout some… phat beats…?"
"Beats have no mass."
"No, ph."
"Beats are neither acidic nor alkaline."
"Ahem…well, my turn to sing…right, to the tune of your song. Cool. Righ. OOOOOOOHHHH I love Jack so much but she just will not notice it, given the choice I would very gladly submit.
To her feminine charms..?"
"Jack has no feminine charms on surface."
"No, that's what I'm seeing, she's a badass on the surface, but below I bet she's ALL WOMAN!"
"Shepard. Don't like that smile on your face. Stop nodding. Look Jack is here."
"JACK, WHERE! Oh, Jack. Hi…"
"Hello…"
"You didn't hear that?"
"I did."
"Ooohhhh…"
"AND I'VE GOT SOME TASTY TUNES AS WELL!"
"Wait, what are you doing?"
"Mordin, from the top."
"Blerp."
"FROM THE TOP!"
"I am the very model of a scientist salarian, I've studied species turian, asari, and batarian. I'm quite good at genetics (as a subset of biology) because i am an expert (which i know is a tautology). My xenoscience studies range from urban to agrarian, I am the very model of a scientist salarian."
"OOOOOOOHH I CAN'T WAIT TO OWN YOU SHEPARD!"
"I wish she'd own me, eh Mordin?"
"I can hear you Shepard."
"Sorry."
"Right. Time to…I've ran out of music metaphors."
"Crazy notes."
"Good. Thanks Shepard. OOOOOOOO I don't know what those words mean I'm sure you're just confusing me, I don't know how to spell them no doubt I'd fail a spelling Bee.
You're quite good at genetics, I'm quite good at killing things because I am a badass which I know puts me on par with kings.
Given a chance I'd rule the planets totalitarian; I can't when I am stuck here with a scientist salarian."
"…"
"Your mouths are all open. See you later…Shepard."
"MORDIN! Did you see that!"
"What?"
"She put a … before my name. She likes me!"
"Wouldn't jump to conclusions."
"And I'm pretty sure she winked at me…"
"Oh dear, not this again."
"Did I tell you the time of when I first met Jack? When I saw that woman trapped in a convicts body I…"