"Oh, you ain't gettin' outa this until I'm good and done with you," Data continued, at least the dark clothing and demeanor contrasting the strangeness of the words.

He kissed down further, pulling the pants down over Avon's narrow hips as he went. Breath puffed softly with each trailing graze of his lips. At about his navel, he veered to kiss his hip, pushing the pants down so that they caught around his boots but didn't slip free.

Lifting Avon's legs, Data moved up between them so that they were rudimentarilly bound behind his back, still mostly dressed himself as he examined the undone technician like a riddle that needed to be solved.