Stahma could be patient. She could certainly continue to drop hints as time progressed to see if Ukitake ever responded differently. But currently, she would simply let the thought settle in his mind. While Stahma wasn't averse to anyone watching her have sex, now possibly wasn't the best time for Ukitake to be in that mindset.
Listening, she watched him closely. "You are able to interact with him physically?" That was more than a tad perplexing to her, but ghosts in this manner were perplexing to her. "How do you mean how he was before his death? If it is too difficult, you do not need to answer, I am just curious."
At that point, there was a knock at the door. Getting up, Stahma moved to the door, where a servant had a tray with tea. Stahma took it from them with a word of thanks, closed the door and brought the tray over and set it on the table. Sitting back down beside Ukitake, she went about pouring them both a cup of tea. "How do you like your tea?" She asked, glancing over her shoulder at him.