If you are suggesting I sent you those "toys", you are sadly mistaken. The order was in your name, not mine.
Also, your shameful attempts at innuendo do not do you any favours, not only am I in a relationship, I do not love you, and your bed is probably far less comfortable than mine, so you are welcome to keep it to yourself. And you have never been in any of my quarters, my sensor logs can attest to that.
Finally, my partner has asked me to say that "Oh, he isn't lacking dear" and I must say I trust her word.
Good day Miss Wolfe.
[Transmission ends]
Sonya stood up, seething. Seth looked at his angry XO and smiled.