A flash of heat creeps up Steve's neck, leaving the tips of his ears pink, but along with embarrassment he graces her with a small, amused smile. He's been told worse things.

"Lieutenant Commander Worf, that's right," he nods, giving more shape to her lips before moving on to her jawline. "He's, um. Dedicated. I'm not sure I'd last long in Starfleet if he was the model to live up to.

"I fought back on Earth for the United States Army. World War I. Uh, a big deal back in the 20th century. I picked up missions with an organization shortly after that." Well, shortly for him, 70 years later for the rest of the known world. He clears his throat, and shifts in his seat. "How far along are you?"