[This clearly isn't working, and now she sits up properly, her posture settling into her usual rigid stiffness. Gathering her hair up, she reaches to the side, groping for the comb there. No sense in keeping it down if there's no purpose.]

It has its high points. Though after all I've seen and done, I'm ready for a bit of stability.

[A beat, and then, bluntly:]

I won't, not while you're potentially under the influence. But do you want to kiss me? Or rather, I ought to say: do you have the desire to?

[What's the best way to solve a mystery? Just attacking it head on.]