"Stop being mean."
"What? I'm not being mean."
"Yes, Shepard, you are."
"All I said was 'can we get rid of the floating camera?'"
"His name is Glyph."
"His name is Drone at best."
"Dear."
"Uh oh."
"What now?"
"Whenever you call me 'Dear' I'm in trouble."
"You hadn't accessed as much from this entire conversation?"
"Well usually I can talk my way out of it. I'm a 'smooth talker' according to a certain blue babe."
"Blue….babe…"
"Uh….yep."
"Dear."
"Ah, fuck."
~.~.~
"Whaaat? What'd I do?"
"You haven't a clue?"
"Liara, just spell it out for me. Pretend I'm five or something."
"You are already quite young, Shepard."
"So this is an age thing."
"No."
"Then what'd I do?"
"To my father, you said, and I quote, 'Liara's rack is already awesome and she's only a maiden.'"
"Yeaaaah…"
"To my father."
"Yeah."
"You…"
"Whaaat? It's true! You're…come on, Li, you're fucking hot. I shouldn't be in trouble for that."
"You were discussing my, for lack of a better word, assets with my father, Shepard."
"She was talkin' about your mom. I had to say something."
"Did you, Shepard? Did you?"
"When you do that repeated question thing, I get the sense you already know the answer and you're just being stingy with it."
"Dear."
"Shit."