Data is listening. He is paying careful attention to every one of her physical reactions, and their presence only encourages him to tighten his grip on her, to hope he can find ways to cause more such reactions. The sound of her voice triggers still more reactions in his systems, from his pulse to his respiration to his surface temperature, and a shuddering vibration running through his own body to echo hers.

He is not bothered by her rather... colorful choice of terms, though he does raise his eyebrows slightly. (He cannot help it-- it simply registers a certain way with his pre-programmed sense of propriety.) At the moment, however, he is finding that in some odd way it intrigues him.

"I am 'game,'" he tells her, repeating the colloquialism. (It will always sound awkward when he says it.) "In that case, I suppose we should begin to explore those combinations as soon as possible."

He rises off his back a few inches, indicating that he would like to sit up. He is still all but fully dressed, and it is rather imperative that he remedies that fact quickly.