Wow. That's....Wow. She hasn't had a man be this up front with her in respects to a potential relationship in....uh. Hold on. Calculating. Wow. Um, recalculating....never. It sort of strikes her silent for a moment, wiping the ever-present smirk off her face as she just stares at him for a second. Her mouth is partway open, and she just sort of blinks at him stupidly.

"Same, honestly," she blurts. "After Ramon passed, I went about the business of finding somebody who would treat me like dirt, you know? And I succeeded. That was five years ago, and I haven't seen him or anybody else since. I don't...do casual. I haven't ever, really. I mean..."

Well. The tables have turned. She's now the one reduced to the stuttering mess, and she turns back to her pans, thinking fast. She has this wonderfully slutty reputation, that everybody looks at her and sees the woman who slept with Deadpool, who slept with a Decepticon, who slept with Arnold Rimmer, and who married a literal zombie midget pirate and had his freaky Plaga baby. (Who she loves desperately as only a mother can, don't get her wrong!)

"It's more than just the physical, Katsuya. You're....you're a hell of a guy, and I really respect you and trust you, and I don't want you to think this is..."

"Ah! Good evening, ma'am, sir!"

Her heart sinks as Kryten toddles into the kitchen, fortunately not wearing his groinal cleaning attachments. But he does have a bottle of window cleaner in one hand and a slightly used rag in the other.

"Kryten!" she says cheerfully, eyes wild and tone cheerful and brittle. "I thought I told you to take the night off?"

"Oh, I am, ma'am. This is my relaxation cleaning time."