Sex

Brock almost chocked on his spit. "What?!"

"Shh! Not so loud. I just asked if you wanted to have sex."

"Look, Nora," he said, putting down his sketchbook, "I appreciate it, and in any other situation I'd jump on the opportunity, but uh, you really think this is the time and place for such things?"

"No, yeah, you're right," Nora facepalmed herself, "what was I thinking?"

"Aw hey, don't worry, it happens to the best of us. How about after we get out of this mess, hm? Maybe over a drink?"

"Yeah, I guess that sounds nice."

He smiled sweetly. "Now, if you don't mind, I should get back to this."