No," Spock said. Just as Jim was about to call him on his bullshit, Spock continued, "I do not find individuals attractive in an abstract way. I may find them aesthetically pleasing as such, while the word 'attractive' means ‘appealing to the senses or mind through beauty, form, character, having power to arouse interest and possessing the ability to draw.’ What attracts one person does not always attract another. Therefore, attraction cannot be abstract. It is either there or not."
Jim rolled his eyes. "Stop being so literal, Spock! You know what I meant."
Spock's eyes had an amused glimmer. "No, I do not, and cease addressing me so casually, Cadet. I am an instructor of the Starfleet Academy and your superior officer."
Jim chuckled. "What should I call you—Commander? I can do that, but I like your name. Do you know your name rhymes with c—"
"I advise you not to continue that sentence."
"Or what?" Jim held Spock's gaze. He felt warm and good, and—
"Simply… do not do that. Also, remove yourself from my desk, Mister Kirk. I have a lecture in five minutes."
Jim grinned. "Spock, cock, Spock's cock—" He was cut off when Spock stood up abruptly, and placing his hands on Jim's waist, lifted him off the desk as if he weighed nothing, and put him on the floor.