Sometimes, Rial is annoyingly gentlemanly.

But that's okay. Plourr doesn't mind being forward. (It's a personality quirk.)

She kisses him harder, leaning into him, and if that weren't subtle enough, she breaks away a moment to gauge her balance, then swings a leg over. Very quickly, she is less straddling and more simply sitting on him, stretching her legs across the desk behind them, her knees bent, feet planted, and her arms around him.

And if, before they are planted, her boots should happen to kick a few piles of reports, her datapad, and some datacards onto the floor, she certainly isn't grinning against his mouth in satisfaction.