Think of something to say that won't sound like an innuendo, man! Sebastian mentally scolded himself. He would not be that guy who propositioned someone he'd just met. This wasn't a pickup bar. This was the crew lounge. This was a colleague, and a fellow Starfleet officer.
A fellow Starfleet officer with maddeningly messy hair that just begs to be touched and who keeps giving me those flirty little looks. Oh, crap. I'm so screwed. Sebastian took a moment to be glad Christopher wasn't half Betazoid, or otherwise telepathic.
"So," he finally said. "What is your specialty, exactly?"