***Spoilers below about the Makeb romance story arc, Republic side.
***Thou hast been warned.
As you recall, thehusband and I were competing for the affections of Madame NPC and here is the scintillating summary of those interactions taking every possible [flirt] option.
Player: Hey baby! Ur cute. Or something.
NPC: I’m so not interested in you. I just shot you down and blew you off. And then trampled on your feelings with stompy space-boots.
Player: No, really, I don’t think you heard me the first time! Let’s go on a date.
NPC: I’ll be washing my hair until the planet caves in. And then again afterward.
Player: Allow me to show off with dashing heroics!
NPC: Be still my beating heart (please, fall off a rock).
Player: Oh come on, one kiss?
NPC: Fine. You’ll probably croak anyway. Whatever. [Smooch, NO BSOCK!]
Player: See, I survived, you can’t get away from me! (stalk stalk)
NPC: I give up. Here’s my phone number. You better call me, asshole.
Yeah um. I hope Sithie is a better flirtee, because this one’s like a frozen fish. How can you have “romance” if it’s just you coming on to an NPC, and the NPC being worn down by your persistent attempts? Where’s the heat? Sigh.