[The answer makes her smile more in satisfaction. While the suggestion had been mostly just joking on her part there's no denying that she wasn't sort of testing waters here. She didn't expect him to take it too seriously but she's not hearing any other requests or hints of throwing out either.]

Don't worry. You're so full of shit that the idea of kissing you scares me, might get bad taste to my mouth and all.

[She cracks right back. And when the suggestion about sitting down comes J looks briefly around the room again, examining the beds as she tries to figure out which one belongs to whom. Putting down the small armor piece she approaches the one that looks messier, like it's been slept in more than the other one, and approaches it. She brings her arms to her front and starts undressing.]

Give me a shirt.