"I wouldn't kill you to ask a normal question every once in awhile."

Liara scrunched up her nose at the drell sitting on her couch, whirling away to pretend to be busy at her terminal. He chuckled, the sound low in his throat. And Liara tried not to react, tried to keep herself under control. But she cracked, unable to wholly give him the cold shoulder. She slumped forward, setting her hands on the terminal and letting out a sigh.

"Feron…"

"I know, I know," he waved his hand. "You're an information broker, that's not what you do."

Her eyes narrowed as she whipped her head over her shoulder to look at him. "That is not what I was going to say."

Feron reclined back on the couch, a smug grin on his bright lips. He propped his feet up on the small table in front of him, crossing them at the ankle as he watched her.

"You were thinking it."

"I was not! I…" She grunted and pushed herself up, turning around to walk closer to him.

"You?" he prompted.

That smirk still sat on his lips, even in spite of the raise in his brows. Liara tensed as she stared at his mouth. Goddess. She wanted to smack it off his face. Or kiss it off. Her breath hitched at the thought. No, that wasn't why he was here. But it could be, Shepard's voice rang in her mind and she pursed her lips.

"I've never been very good at asking… 'normal' questions," she admitted, finally.

Turning once she got to the couch, she sunk down into the seat and buried her face in her hands. Lest he see the deep blush forming across her cheeks.

Immediately, Feron pulled his feet off the table and leaned forward. The smirk had faded as he placed a tentative hand on her shoulder.

"This is why you have me around," he said after a long moment. "To ask the hard questions. So you always know what's going on."

Liara huffed, but otherwise tried to ignore him. Feron leaned in, a cheeky grin on his face. Pressing a kiss first to her hand and then up to her temple. He repeated the process on every bit of exposed skin he could reach until she relented. Dropping her hands to half-heartedly push him away.

He took his chance then, snagging her to pull her close against his chest. Liara squealed in his grasp, only weakly attempting to escape.

"You're an ass," she muttered against his neck.

"But I'm you're ass."