Despite the fact that Stahma would sleep with someone other than husband, she still had some standards about it. While she would flirt and even make passes at someone, she wouldn't literally throw herself at them. No, she would let them make the first move, see if they took the bait she gave them. It was difficult to see the color touch his cheeks, but Ukitake's body language suggested he understood Stahma's meaning. So she didn't push given he didn't seem entirely comfortable with the idea.
"It is the least I could do to help a friend," she responded with a smile, lilac eyes watching him. Stahma never really used the word friend to describe anyone, so the fact she used it now spoke volumes, at least to her. Of course, it could be a planted idea to try and forge a deeper connection to later attempt to get what she wanted, but that remained to be seen. Stahma was, after all, a master of manipulation. "How often does he appear to you?" She still remained seated beside Ukitake, maintaining perfect posture with her hands folded in her lap.