He wants my advice

"Bellona," he begins. "I need your advisment in selecting a mate to relieve my Pon Thar."

"I'm dumbfounded," I respond. "I don't know what to say."

"Do you not have any advice to offer?"

"Well," I stall, I have no idea what to say. "I guess, you hadn't considered me," as I ask I tilt my head and bite my lip trying to get a reaction from him.

He raises his eyebrows, "I had, however I wasn't sure you'd be comfortable after my activities during your time in the Macci."

"But you thought I'd give you unbias advice," I question him. "Your logic is flawed."

"No vulcan's logic is perfect during this time."