Christine was blissfully unaware of Spock's unintentional reading of her thoughts. She brought her hand to Spock's head again - the only part of her that she could reach. It felt selfish, somehow, to sit back and let Spock do all the work - though she had every intention of ensuring that the Vulcan enjoyed herself thoroughly later on.

"What can I do?" she asked softly, running her thumb down Spock's ear.