He leans in over her shoulder under the pretense of wanting to see what's going on; however, even Tuvok seems to know it's really just because he wants to get a whiff of her perfume.
Ah, there it is; the intoxicating but subtle scent of almonds and roses that characterizes Kathryn Janeway.
He can't seem to stop himself from drawing just a little closer. His face is mere inches from hers now. It takes a disturbing amount of self-control to pull away once he realizes just how close he is.
Almost as if on cue, she turns to face him so that he's right back where he started- not that he really minds.
"What do you think, Commander?"
He scrambles to get his mind back on track but he has become distracted by the particular blue of her eyes- but this is, of course, pointless; he decided yesterday that they were the color of the sky just before a storm.
"Commander?" She implores.
He wrenches himself from her eyes with effort. "I'm sorry, Captain. I'm not feeling very well; I'd better get to Sickbay."
Fearing what could happen if he stays this close to her any longer, he turns on heel and nearly runs to the turbolift.
All but Tom Paris miss her small smile at the Commanders third trip to Sickbay this week.