Andorian-
Spock and the Andorian Ambassador seemed to be locked in an internal disagreement of some sort.
Steam was literally pouring out of the blue ears of the Ambassador and Spock looked even tighter than normal. McCoy expected him to literally snap in half if he stood that rigidly much longer.
"Hey Spock, what was that all about?" He asked the commander after their guest had been sent on his way looking very annoyed.
"He insulted your integrity and ability, Doctor. I was merely correcting him with logic and he became agitated."
Spock defended him? Would wonders never cease? McCoy couldn't help but smile at the irony.
"That's surprising, given that you've accused me of being a witch doctor more than once."
Spock's left eyebrow moved 1/8 of an inch.
"I have, in my less logical moments," he admitted. "However, I have never once nor ever will accuse you of being uncaring with your patients as he did. Your gruff manner is only a facade.
McCoy's blue eyes twinkled with amusement.
"Careful now, Spock, don't go given' away all my secrets, or I'll tell people about your FEELINGS."
"I will not say a word, Doctor."