Mika's face paled in shock. He hadn't actually expected her to take his earlier teasing so literally, and his hand shot downward in a frantic wave.
"Hold it, no, Anya. Absolutely not." His voice cracked sharper than intended. "That was a joke earlier...An example. You could've used your hand for a million other things—and I just blurted one out. It wasn't an order, it wasn't serious. And we sure as hell aren't doing something like that in a lab, of all places."
"Just look at this place!" He gestured around wildly in a pleading manner furious. "This is a research lab! A holy place of learning! Not some sleazy brothel! We can't desecrate it!"
But instead of being ashamed, Anya only smirked, sweet, wicked, and far too calm.
