He wants me to help relieve his primal urges

"What," I'm dumbfounded. "What's the Pon THar?"

Tuvoc explained impatiently, "Once every seven years a vulcan goes through a time of intense primal urges. It can only be relieved through the act of mating." He looks at me intently.

It's my wet dream come true, "Why did you call me?"

He looks me right in the eye, "As a half klingon you're best suited physicaly of the crewmembers."

"What do you mean?" I don't understand what he means, 'best suited physicaly.'

"Another partner might be injured during the course of ..." He stalls at a loss, I've never seen him at a loss.

"Of the fucking," I savor asking that question.

"Yes! Will you help me," he asks me anxiously as I look over his tight toned body.