He leaned back in his chair, his gaze harder than it had been earlier. Darker.

"A connection." He said the word bluntly - not quite scathingly, but close. Abruptly, he stood up.

"We don't have anything as flimsy as a connection. I have never wanted anything as much as I want you. Nothing."

And for a second it looked like he might grab or shove Finn, but instead he just tore his gaze away and walked past him. "I'm going to my bunk. Take your time to think, if you need it. Because I don't." He slammed the keypad and the door opened.

"I know what I want." With a whoosh, it shut behind him again.