Stephen was laughing too, though not at Michelle. No, it was more like the situation was just funny in a macabre way, like playing the bone xylophones or something. He couldn't remember the last time he'd been blatantly propositioned (and considering he remembered everything, his mind its own locked vault) which sort of meant it must have been awhile. The feel of thinking back to such a time in his life was like looking at snapshots, polaroid pictures scattered willy-nilly across a dusty table.
He rolled his shoulders a bit, to loosen the kinks even more - the ones that had been squeezed by helping hands. There was agreement though - massages were usually good sitting or lying down. "Why don't we start with the drinks and see what happens?" he suggested. The idea of just fucking with the cows so close by was honestly a bit hilarious too. "I'm just - I've been so focused on protecting the world I haven't taken much time for myself so it's been awhile since anything...happened. If you want stress relief or some fun, I can oblige but I can't promise anything else at the moment. If that makes sense."
He didn't think it was a problem - not like she was asking to get married or anything - but Stephen was just so rusty at anything interpersonal. Not to mention they had only been on the island about two weeks and things were clearly still a shitshow, and likely would be for awhile.