Allan had absolutely meant the innuendo on purpose. There were rarely times when he didn't. "Aw, c'mon, Randy, I know you know there's a holodeck on the Vulture, holodecks don't do that at all, c'mon now..." he laughed, and then used his hand to tilt Randy's chin down - because he was taller still, wow, "even if they did, I'd want to steal your likeness if I were them, too." All in all, though, the answer was, "I'd absolutely go with you, though. Could do a whole crew adventure, even." A giant heist practice done in the holodeck, even. Could be fun and practical at the same time. "How's 'belongs to The Vulture'? Simple enough," he answered, squeezing Randy's hand back when he pressed the knife against his chest with his other hand. Two perhaps conflicting actions. A smirk came to his face when he heard Randy's initial reaction, and then he watched slowly as Randy put his other hand on top of his own on top of the knife. "..yeah?" He asked, voice low and quiet as he felt the tip of the knife press down slowly as Randy intended, and pulled it gently back, not wanting to actually hurt the other - at the moment. "Mm, tempting." And in fact, they were now both holding both hands, weren't they, and kissing? Yeah, that was a recipe for several things right now. "Good to know, though," the knife was set aside for now, but that was simply because he wanted to focus more right now on kissing Randy back, tugging at the taller man's hands to pull him closer to him. "But - I had a few more ideas while I had you here, if that's alright," he whispered, into his ear if he could, "and if you had any suggestions of your own - I'd be more than happy to oblige." [D] Well, mirrorverse event ended but you all know what happened next. No need for all the words. Especially the three-lettered ones.

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He turned to look Allan dead in the eye, his face as open and serious and genuine as it had even been around the man, and nodded, his voice failing him initially as he tried to speak, too overcome with emotion to get anything more than a deep, rumbly grunt out initially. "Y-Yessir...I won't dissapoint yuh', a-a promise." With a slightly shaky hand, he moved his to rest on top of Allan's on the knife, allowing it to press forward and just slightly prick the skin of his chest, a silent gesture to let the other know how much he had meant what he said. Slowly getting his confidence back, his face morphed into a sultury grin. "You though, you can threaten me with one of em' knives any time you want!" He said, with one last intense look, before leaning down and surprisingly gently pressing his lips against Allan's in an apology, and a show of submission to his superior.

Allan couldn't help but laugh when Randy suggested that the thrill of stealing was from being naughty and getting away with it. "Randy, I- there's plenty of other ways to get that kind of thrill, I assure you," *he said, "for stealing specifically, I've had people recommend some good holodeck programs... but a collar," he looked at Randy's neck again, keeping both his arms wrapped around the other's waist still, "whatever you'd like is what you'll get. Maybe something custom even? Any initials?" Whether those initials were Randy's or someone else's... "Any favorite jewels, metals, colors... all sorts of options." He watched, intrigued, as Randy pulled a knife from his boot and then licked what looked like relatively fresh blood off of it. "Randy-" he started to say, and then laughed when the man mentioned strange requests and handed him the knife, taking it and setting it aside carefully on a shelf near the bed. "Thank you. As I... was saying earlier, actually, there's lots of better ways to get that sort of thrill than to steal from," he looked back at the knife, "people who've been kind enough to welcome us here. That being said," his mind went back to the knife now, and he grabbed the weapon again, carrying it carefully before pressing it ever-so-slightly against Randy's chest. "We shouldn't be threatening them with knives, either. Is that understood?"

Randy had the gall to actually blush a dark red at the compliment from the Commander, hiding his face in Allan's neck for a moment so that no one could see how affected he had been from something so small. Randy paunched out his bottom lip in a pout at being told he had no need to steal all the pretty things he wanted. "Whur's tha' fun in that though! Tha' thrill of it comes from bein' a bit naughty n' gettin' away with it!" He said, the pout morphing into a cheeky smirk, a shiver running through him at the kiss on his shoulder, and the surprisingly strong arm wrapping itself around his waist, allowing himself to fully drop the mask of intimidation he walked around with in public, now that he was around someone he was comfortable with. "Buy one? For lil' ol' me?" He asked, batting his eyelashes exageratedly, before turning to sit fully on Allan's lap, arms around his neck and long legs wrapped around his waist, eyes gleaming with a teasing enthusiasm. "I'd owe you...and the DaiMon a big ol' favor then thas' for sure!" He said lowly, leaning close. "Ma' knife? That ol' thing? I reckon' there ain't much a' nothin' I wouldn't give y'all..." He said, a surprising genuineness to his tone, before leaning forward and pulling the long, dark obsidian blade from his boot, the dagger tip still splattered with blood and the live oak handle worn from years of Randy's huge hands gripping it tightly whereever he went. With a cheeky gleam to his eyes, he brought the blade up to his mouth and licked the blood clean off, before wiping it dry on the soft material of his shorts and handing it to Allan. "Some people really got some strange requests y'know." He said with a bark of laughter, before shrugging slightly. "Here ya' go *Commander*, good as new!" He said with a salacious grin, wriggling slightly in Allan's lap again now that he could sit more comfortably without the knife in his boot.

Allan shrugged, truly indifferent to whether Randy lost the shorts or not. "A very good investment," he smiled seeing Randy smile at Bandit, and that same smile turned into a grin when Randy went right ahead and sat on him, causing the engineer to chuckle while the other went on about his plans to nab a new shirt. "You know," he said after Randy asked to grab something for himself and Mephistopheles, wrapping his arms around Randy's waist and giving the others's shoulder a light kiss, "you know you can replicate those, right? In extremely great quality? Shirts, boots... no need for stealing, actually." After tracing a line along Randy's neck with his finger, he sighed. "Can replicate a really nice spiked collar too," he added, "I could also just buy you one, though." For all the space pirating, you think he'd be a little more okay with stealing, but... work smarter, not harder was also a thing. When you could replicate something for free, no need to go through the risk of stealing. "And oh, I'm very familiar with that fact, as you know, I'm sure- oh, no, but speaking of things you could grab for me-" he paused, looking up at the ceiling with a silly smile on his face and then looking back at Randy, "I think I'd like the knife you used to threaten the waiter in the restaurant here. That might be nice to have."

"Oh? I reckon' I better make a costume change then?" He said with a shark-like smirk, eyes alight with amusement at seeing how amused Allan seemed to be with him and his problems with clothes. Being as comfortable he was with his XO, Randy slowly started to approach the smaller man subconciously, partly seeking the comfort of a friend and partly just to tease the redhead. "Glad yuh' think tha' design is nice, lord knows I've spent loads a' time n' effort chiseling it tuh' be jus' right." He said, the smirk never leaving his face as he very much unsubtly flexed his core, biting his lip to keep the laughs in. "Same here...*sir*." He said, his grin going soft at seeing Bandit yawn and stretch, the cute kitty having been woken up by their chatting. Deciding to be a bit cheeky, he slowly made his way over and installing himself where Bandit had been, a cheeky smirk on his face as Allan had to deal with a much heavier weight saddled up onto him. "I was thinkin' bout' maybe nabbin' some purty' new boots n' maybe a new shirt, seein' as tha' queen decided ma' old one is hers now! A've always thought bout' gettin a spiked collar too! Somethin' in leather maybe?" He said, leaning up to look at Allan with a wide, indulgent grin. "I'll definitely have tuh' make a stop in tha' arboretum, you know how much I can't get my mouth around nuts often enough!" He said, not realizing the innudeno he had just made. "Want me tuh' grab somethin' for you n' tha' Daimon?"

"Hey, listen, wear whatever you'd like around here," Allan shrugged, seeing as right now he wasn't wearing a shirt either, just some red short shorts as well, actually, and some long socks that went with them - his boots were over by the door. "Good to hear they've found a new home. Especially a home with particularly extraordinary exterior and interior design," he laughed when Randy suggested he could take them off, and then leaned his head in one hand as he smirked up at the other. "Oh, I.. you know I prefer whatever you'd like to do, really, so it's completely your choice," he said, but then looked down at Bandit and sighed as she yawned and did a little stretch before getting up and walking away, over to her food bowl and eating some from it. "But you also know that I'm mostly down for anything when it involves yourself, so..." he looked away from Randy and back to Bandit, who was now rapidly kicking her scratching pole, "did you have anything particular in mind to steal, or...? You know, they have some fantastic nuts in the arboretum here." Yes, he was completely referring to the pecans Mephistopheles and himself had gotten the first time they were here. They were really good pecans after all!

Hearing that the chain of possible shirt thieves was long and complicated, Randy decided to write off any further looking for who actually took it in the first place, and instead figure out where he was going to get a new one. Not that he particularly cared about a shirt anyway, its not like he ever actually wore one. He held in the laugh at seeing the confusion pass across Allan’s face, and instead shrugged casually. “Well, a’m wearin’ these *now*, but thas’ only cuz’ I felt like I should be wearin’ somethin’ other than ma’ underpants while ma’ jeans get dry-cleaned! These were sittin’ purty’ on a rack outside a’ some Vulcan’s shop, an’ I figured they could use a new home n’ tha’ like!” He said with a half-feral grin, that quickly morphed into a wide, indulgent smirk. “I can take em’ off a’ course if ur’ more comfortable that way, *sir*.” He said, letting it hand in the air half-serious for a moment, before chuckling lowly. “Oh hell yeah here! I can’t rightly get more from tha’ Empire, well not unless I’d like tuh’ spend a couple days in an agonizer with that crazy doctor pokin’ n’ proddin’ me!”

Allan smirked when he saw Randy's little pout. Good. This was how everyone should react to Bandit. Two options. Love or fear (if she was feeling particularly dastardly). Or both. "Ahhhh, the - this is yours?" He asked, tugging at the shirt a little but stopping once Bandit made a bit of movement, not wanting her to be too disturbed. "Yeah, seems to have claimed it. I got it from Hupoq who got it from P'Leakley who got it from um, maybe Travis? Something like that," he smiled, and then maybe listed about 3 other of the crew that could have been in the chain as well. "T-" Allan squinted for a moment at Randy's attire, leaning back as he continued to pet Bandit. "'Tighty whities'? No clue what you mean, you're wearing red and black, right, or have I gone uhh," he debated in his head what the term for colorblind but seeing only in a few favorite colors would be and then realized he had no time to waste on debating words in his head. "Like, I'm pretty sure I can see fine still, but like, correct me if I'm wrong- although," he raised an eyebrow, "looking to do some thieving, mm? *Here*?" He asked, it was hard to tell if he was judging or genuinely intrigued.

For all Randy's bluster and his appearance as a tough guy, he was Human after all, and couldn't help the half pout at the sight of the kitty cat sitting on his commander's lap. It took him a moment to tear his eyes away from the cute black and white fluffball to look back up at Allan, a wide, excitable grin on his face. "Howdy! I was jus' lookin' tuh' see whur' ma' shirt ran off tah', but I reckon' little puss there has taken it upon herself tuh' make it hers!" He said with a chuckle, the little dimple in his left cheek showing at the genuine joy on his face. "I suppose I ain't need a shirt fer' jus' walkin' 'round this tub, though I did get some funny looks when I was just wearin' ma' tighty whities 'round when I was lookin' tuh' do some thievin'...guess these sorry lil' coalition types don't got tha' discernin' taste it takes tuh' appreciate a free show when its' walkin' 'round in front of 'em!" He said with a soft chuckle, mindful of Bandit napping on Allan's lap.

"Come in," was all Allan had said as the doors then opened, however, he didn't catch Randy's grimace - at least for now - as he was currently preoccupied with something incredibly, incredibly important: Bandit was sitting on his lap. And, as we all know, if a cat is sitting on your lap, you are legally obligated to Not Move. Oh, and Randy's shirt was also on his lap. Yes, Bandit was laying on it. Getting her white and black fur all over it. "What do you n-" Allan looked up then at the other man and smiled at the sight of the other's attire, not that it was an unsual sight - but it was still a sight to be appreciated! "Oh, Randy! Hey, what's up?" He kept one hand petting Bandit so she wouldn't move as her head slightly perked up at the noise from the newcomer entering the room.

[D] As much as Randy had been enjoying his new duties aboard the Vulture, one thing about a ship full people much like himself often resulted in his possessions finding new homes amongst other members of the crew, and the latest item to go missing was one he particularly found distressing; his one and only shirt. Having taken a guess where it would have made its way to, Randy, now clad in only his favorite pair of cowbow boots that he had never let out of his sight, his shorts and a leather belt with a ridiculously large buckle in the shape of Texas, his usually messy hair covered by his even more ragged looking black suede cowboy hat, stood in front of the doors to the Captain and XO’s quarters, quite ready for his shirt back, atleast until his pants were done being dry-cleaned. With a press of the door chime, Randy made sure to replace the half-amused grin that had been on his face from the looks he had gotten walking through the station in his state of dress with a grimace, how authentic it looked…that he wasn’t sure.

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