Disclaimer: I don't own any Vulcans.
Ask Amanda...
One of the benefits of working with Tyback on a dissertation on Vulcan dialects was that he was personally acquainted with one of the premier human experts on the Vulcan language in general -- Amanda Grayson, Lieutenant Commander Spock's mother.
She had been personally advising Ashanti on her dissertation...she'd also offered to advise Ashanti on some more personal matters. Tyback had told Amanda that he and Ashanti were 'pursuing a romantic relationship', and Amanda had volunteered to help explain the mysteries of Vulcan men to Ashanti...if the need ever arose.
It hadn't.
Until now.
"Ummm...what was that again?" asked Ashanti.
She was sitting on the beach in Southern California with Tyback. They'd hopped a shuttle to come down for the day -- unlike San Francisco it was sunny, and gloriously warm. Even Tyback seemed comfortable for once. He was wearing a long sleeve black t-shirt and swim trunks. The greenish tinge to his skin really stood out against the whiteness of the sand.
"The man and woman, over there," Tyback said, motioning with his forehead towards a sleek couple wearing...well, not wearing much. The woman was in a string bikini, the man wore a speedo.
"They are bonded, are they not? I see the rings on their hands."
Ashanti squinted, "Yes, I guess they are wearing matching rings."
"So they are mated?"
"Yes, I suppose. But we would say married."
Tyback nodded. "So they are married...they wear almost no clothes...where do they hide the the bite marks?"
She might need to ask Amanda about this...