"You are not human then, I take it. Despite your appearance. I know of many similar species to humans but you do not seem to be any of those, either. And yet this woman is. Not only that, she is a singularity to you. That does make sense."

Spock looks around the greenhouse but keeps lingering on the moon blossoms and their scent. They are both so very far from home now. He will get a bouquet of these and bring some of that home to the captain.

"Love does play a role in how we view the world, after all." His smile is knowing and yes, he has skirted around answering Caspar's question. What he sees in his t'hy'la is not anyone's business but his own. He's territorial and possessive even now. Though it's much less overt than it once was.