Your pants are a challenge to me. [She counters playfully, not really seeing him as a conquest or challenge per say.] You're a friend, not a challenge. [Difficult at times sure, but she enjoys his company and cares about his well being here.]

Not like this. I promise. [At his request, Sheva nods and slips her hand down to his before wrapping it around her waist and leaving it there with a happy hum as they approach the door.] A drink would be nice.