“I can hardly put you in the military lodgings or in the crew quarters,” Dorrek dismisses. “Though I admit this is a larger room. This ship is my personal cruiser, not a military ship, so my quarters are larger. Not that these are my quarters. They are meant for the Imperial Consort.”

Oh. Wait. That could sound...

Apparently Skrull can blush. And for Dorrek that means his cheeks go a deeper shade of green.

“Which is not to say you are such. I lack a consort. And thus the room is unoccupied.”