His question gives her pause as she moves to sip from her glass. The thought had briefly crossed her mind that afternoon that if anything should transpire, then how would this affect their relationship, such as it is? Their daily lives at the morgue. Would he shut her out? Would he leave the morgue? Melinoe supposes in that regard that he would get the sort of relationship he claims he needs, but the words spoken in the elevator; the memory of each kiss and brush of fingers make it very difficult to provide such a relationship.

The kitchen timer beeps through the brief silence as she looks up at him, blue eyes wide. “No,” she answers. Her heart speeds its cadence at his closeness, not to mention his gaze that she knows far too well for her own good. “Only if I were made to feel uncomfortable.” She turns away from him, sitting her glass on the counter as she moves to turn off the timer and remove their dinner from the heat. “A better question, Phonos, is whether or not you will be made uncomfortable.” Because that is the last thing that she desires, only next to his never wanting anything to do with her again. "I do not desire such a circumstance."