True to form, Shepard responds as she's always done, wrapping her arms around, leaning into his grasp like a flower opening to the sun. And yes, she's a bit more... liquid of an armful, than she once might have been, but there's something helpless about that; it's not particularly voluntary. What can a woman do, but melt, for a man like this? Even goddesses have limits.

"Hmmm... I don't mind, if this is what it gets me," She murmurs, not pulling back, heat rolling off her in waves, the grass growing ever greener underneath them. She fancies she can even hear the drive core kick up a notch, sleeping in Normandy's bulk as it is, "Besides, I'll always be here to remind you."