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<p> Councilor Tevos invited Commander Shepard over for dinner this evening. She feels a personal responsibility to thank the man for saving her(as well as her colleagues) on several occasions and hopes…

“Older clothing appeals more to my tastes than new,” she says, in reference to her nearly unlimited supply of new dresses and shoes. “It holds more personal meaning and well, is likely made with finer, more durable materials than the new.”

She takes another sip of her wine, and gives a mildly resentful smile at his words. “Well,” the councilor replies, “I’d hope that anyone who saves someone else’s life be held in high regard—from everyone,” She says, a light smile on her face. “…Not just the person they saved. Councilors Sparatus and Valern send their regards, commander, they could not be here this evening.” That may or may not be a lie.

“So would I,” Dante agreed without indignation. He understood that the Council had their own affairs and people to look after. But their scope on the galaxy could be narrow. If he was going to stop the Reapers he needed all of the races to unite and stand together. Arguing solved nothing but it felt like banging his head against a brick wall sometimes. 

“No great loss then.” The Commander smiled faintly. His opinions of Sparatus and Valern weren’t the best. “I’d rather have you to myself for the evening, Councilor.” His eyes flashed with a playful gleam. This was part of a game — a test to see how much of a person was beneath that stoic veneer. 

He browsed the menu again and settled on a plate of rice and tandoori chicken. “I’m assuming you don’t have much free time with your work.” 

A flash of both interest and surprise shine in Tevos’s eyes as her gaze meets his, but disappears just as quickly. He’d rather have her to himself? She never realized that he was such a…flirt.

“Well, the pleasure is mine, commander.” Tevos replies calmly, still attempting to hold her professionalism; to keep it from crumbling completely. That simply cannot happen. 

“I don’t. In fact,” Tevos begins, resting her shoulders against the back of the chair, “I will likely be up most of the night, answering messages and whatnot. It is no different from any other night, however.” She replies formally, herself settling upon an asari dish very similar to soup. It also comes with rice. “And you, commander? I assume you do not get very much time to yourself, either.”