Now, here is the moment when a sane person might laugh it off and go for a slightly calmer conversation. A sane person might chuckle, and put it off for another day, and begin a line that might eventually lead to the important matters. Like what just happened. Or asking if Lavellan wants EVA training after all. Or if he's alright.

No one has ever accused Shepard of being sane. Not often, at least.

So, what really happens, is that Shepard sighs the sigh of those caught with their hand in the cookie jar. Then, she braces herself on her knees, pushes to stand and turns to Lavellan with an introspective air. She's not taller than him, but somehow, Shepard looms-- maybe it's that he's still sitting. She looks him up and down, even filthy as he is, and doesn't even have the grace to hide her intentions.

After all, it doesn't take a lot of imagination to visualize what it would be like to kneel down between Lavellan's legs, to peel back the hem of his pants with her teeth and-- And what Shepard actually does is bend down, brace one hands against the bulkhead, caging him in, take him firmly by the chin, and kiss him blind.

She's aggressive as ever, and it goes on for some time. There is the introduction of teeth, so that by the time Shepard lets Lavellan come up for air, she leaves him a little bruised and well worked-over.

"Maybe later," She tells him, before turning to leave, "When you've had a shower."

And then she goes: there's nothing left to say.