Chuckling at her comment/question, John leaned in and found her lips with his own for half a moment, or at least that's what he had planned anyway until he found her quite delicious.  Pulling away, John smiled a bit wider and clasped her hand in his own, squeezing gently before pulling her to the bed and sitting down.  "Well, we'll have to see how things progress now won't we?"  He commented, pressing the button under his armor and felt it fold up and peel away from his body, standing up so it didn't get tangled up in the bed sheets.  Stepping out of the thing at least in nothing but a pair of white boxers, John kicked the box his N7 armor had become to the desk before sitting down again.  "Need any help madam Michelle?"