"You're resigning?""Yes, sir."
"Resigning from Starfleet?"
"That is correct, Captain."
"Malcolm... why?" Green eyes blinked. "I thought you enjoyed your work."
"Sir, perhaps if you read further."
"Your are resigning from Starfleet between 2230 and 0530 every evening, barring sudden emergency? What the hell is this, Lieutenant?"
"Starfleet regulations and my personal beliefs prevent me from fraternizing with superior officers. If I resign each evening, then I am no longer a member of Starfleet per se and can, well, fraternize with whom I choose." Blue eyes sparkled.
"Malcolm, you are a genius."
"I know, Jon. I know."