From the way Shae nearly faceplanted into Mirza's groin, it was probably safe to assume he hadn't quite been expecting that. Those tanned, slender legs wound around him held a surprising amount of strength, and it was with some difficulty that Shae managed to wriggle enough of his upper body free to reach up and deliver a brief smack to his partner's cheek. The action wasn't intended to cause any real pain, merely to serve as a warning: We're on my schedule, not yours. Don't do that again.
"Condoms. Where?" Brief, to the point. He hadn't seen any necessity in carrying spares on his person, at least not today; then again, wasn't that the point? To anticipate the unexpected encounter?