He became one when he decided to kiss one James T. Kirk in the hanger bay just over a year ago.

Jim jerked a little at the smack, giving a messy grin at that, and did a quick check on the steaks before nodding. "Yessir. You can smack that later, after dinner and cycling." He laughed, taking a plate from Bones and loading it up with Bones' steak, letting his sit for just another minute or so. The corn was nice and done, with neat grill marks across the pale yellow surface.