Spock arched a brow, but conceded to Christine's kissing. She had not been afforded appropriate time to confirm or deny the question. Apparently it was rhetorical. Nevertheless, it did not reduce the truth of her previous statement.

Spock kissed Christine deeply, her hands dropping to rub across the rise of her trapezius and press against the curve of the muscles. Without the distraction of intoxication, she could feel the swell of thought beneath Christine's skin. She ignored it, dutifully, and allowed her hands to drift to the sides of Christine's thorax.