Language Preferences

They strolled the gardens on the Academy grounds, conversing in the click and squeal of the aquatic species of Deneb III. "Your chosen language is not well suited to the topic of conversation, Cadet"

"But that is the challenge, Commander"

He tilted his head slightly, considering. "As would be love sonnets written in Klingon, Cadet."

"Is that a challenge, sir?"

"Only if you take it so."

***

A week later she brings him the most erotic piece of poetry he has ever read, written entirely in Klingon, with all the correct cultural overtones. He is astounded. And that something curling low in his abdomen is still there.