Her eyes widened slightly at his defensiveness, but she said nothing until he had finished. She looked at him closely, searchingly, as if she might be able to read his thoughts. "All right," she said finally. She was far from letting this go entirely, but saw no purpose in drawing it out any further at the moment. Nearly two centuries with the Doctor had given her plenty of experience in dealing with situations such as these. This would not be the last time they spoke about this, she was certain of it.
"I won't insult ether of us by pretending that I am ok with it. But I understand." Hell, it felt like a good idea at the time had passed through her own lips more times that she could count. She brought the half-full brandy glass up to her lips and gulped back the rest with expert ease, then reached out and cupped her hand under his chin to pull him down into a brief, but forceful kiss. With his face still inches from hers, she whispered sweetly, "You try anything like that again, and you're going to wish you'd never given me that sonic screwdriver."