Data watches her with a focused gaze. The technologically advanced container does catch his eye, but does not hold it for long. He seems much more fascinated by the subtle movement of muscles underneath the skin of her throat, as she swallows the liquid.

Once she is beside him again, he slips one arm around her waist and pulls her closer.

"I do not recall ever making such an assertion," he says, one eyebrow raised in continued amusement. He lets go of her waist to softly trace the contour of her hip, staring into her eyes all the while. There is enough humor in his voice and his eyes to indicate that he is simply teasing her.