It might have been a challenge. It might not have been. It all depended on whether he was up for the challenge or not. Mirza was already quite attached to Shae as evident in where he was sitting on him. And quite "interested" as well.
He laughed at the innuendo, grinning broadly, "Oh darling... Not in the lobby. Too many eyes and I've had enough people watching me tonight." But despite his words, he shifted to sit straddling the other man's lap, resting his hand flat on Shae's stomach under the cloth of his shirt. The other arm went around his shoulder, holding the cigarette out of the way. His movement was ridiculously fluid and well practiced. He pressed the length of his body against the other man's, leaning in close to let lips brush against lips, "But it really depends on how bad you want me to."