Aron returned the look and, with his left hand, touched the tip of his nose with the second knuckle of his pointing finger, a gesture T’Pol remembered seeing previously when they wintered with the Zeons. This time, though, there was something extra in Aron’s curious salute, something more … intimate that T’Pol wondered if she would have noticed before her relationship with Trip became what it was.
Somehow, she doubted it.
“Our men oft make foolish decisions without consulting their betters,” Dena said with a smirk. Aron, who likely could not hear her, nonetheless chuckled before returning his attention to his conversation with Trip. “I am unsure whether to be pleased or saddened that the same holds true of your species,” the Zeon matriarch continued.
“Why doesn’t Chalz have your ears?”
