[ Mako stiffens at what he essentially spells out for her, and her hand falls away from his chin -- is that what he's really thinking? All along, she's never been one to deny Raleigh any opportunity to say what he's thinking; he's her partner, not her slave.

Leaning down, Mako makes sure that she's still looking back at him steadily. ]

I was sleeping at my desk, Raleigh. It's been a very long day, [ then, wryly, ] and I may have drooled on the blueprints a little bit. [ But more important is the need to reassure him, because Raleigh looks so miserable and tortured that her heart hurts just looking at him. ]

How can I possibly be having sex when you, as you said, are here?