Come love, and fall asleep in my arms. Allow me to carry the weight of the world off your shoulder. Allow me to embrace all that worries you, all that keeps you in one piece. I promise to protect the dreams you have created in broad daylight. So come love, come and fall asleep in my arms. Allow me to sustain your everything.
Oh, you mean my pilot’s license? That’s out back in the Defiant. Or perhaps you’re referring to my license to kill. Revoked. Trouble at the Klingon border. I could give you the details but then I’d have to kill you, which I can’t do because my license to kill has been revoked.