Friends with benefits. Stephen hoped he wouldn't be terrible at such a thing - the problem wasn't that he didn't care, despite the impression he may give off to others. Icy-hearted, closed off, everything about him more difficult to reach than a little airport on a remote island - no, more like he cared too much. He didn't know what to do with all this heart he'd somehow been cursed with - didn't know what good it could do for him. Or other people.
"It's definitely not a no," he assured, and he meant that. He'd have to consider it some more but if they were both consenting adults, then what was the harm? Besides, he liked her. She was fun. It was just that Stephen didn't think much of himself due to the endless garbage dump of trauma and guilt he'd had to deal with over the past five or so years, but that was a story for another day. "We can discuss it later. There are some spells that also grant protection and enhanced performance during battle - old spells, contained in ancient texts at Kamar-Taj. The Order touts intimacy as one of the best ways to achieve enlightenment, in a sense."
On the island, it seemed beneficial - probably a bonus, sure, but that wouldn't be the only reason he'd want to. He was a man who happened to be lonely and touch-starved, and he didn't have to shut the door on the possibility of certain methods of stress relief.
But, right, moving on. "Anyway, we can head back to the lighthouse. Let's blow this popsicle stand."