This is my own version of events the way they should've happened.
Later that day:
Kim: So we were in one of the lower decks. I was trying make small talk with her, you know, trying to break the ice. Then from out of no where she says that I was trying to initiate a mating ritual.
Paris: Well, was you?
Kim: Well, the thought did cross my mind.
Paris: What happened next?
Kim: So she starts talking about my elevated endorphines and irregular heart beat and all of that, then she says that she's been wanting to experience human sexuality, and then, here comes the best part, she says, "take off your clothes." I mean she wanted to do it right there in the jeffries tube.
Paris:

Then what happened?
Kim: Well, I told her that we couldn't and that we had work to do.
Paris:

Are you freaking kidding me?! You mean to tell me that you had the hot

chick practically throwing herself at you and you blew it?
Kim: I wouldn't exactly put it that way, I mean you know there was work that needed to be done.
Paris: [slap] Way to go Zero.
Kim: What was that for?!
Paris: Are you serious? [slap] Look chief, the ship wasn't going to fall apart in the time that it took you to get your groove on with Seven, and if you were that concerned with your work, you could've at least made a date for after your shift. I can't believe you didn't go for it. What's the worst thing that could've happened? She accidentally injects you with nanoprobes? If you could survive that alien organism trying to eat you from the inside out, then nanaprobes would be a walk in the park. If you ever have an opportunity like that again and you blow it, there's going to be

pal. Or better yet, just let me know the next time she does that. If you're too afraid, then I'll gladly take one for the team. Hell, I'm not even going to wait for that chance to come around again. I'm going to the cargo bay to see if she still wants to explore her human sexuality.