This was the most overly dramatic display Char had ever seen. Doing the gentlemanly thing and catching her as she fell, he flinched as she clearly and obviously pressed her womanly assets into him, causing him to shift her position so that it wasn't quite as obvious that it did have an effect on him. Char was a man, after all, and he wasn't immune to a woman's charm.

... Physically, anyway. Not pushing her away - it would be rude, after all - he looked into her face, his eyebrows narrowing a bit. "If it's shelter you want, all you needed to do was ask," he half-scolded, half-pointed out. Sighing, he looked over her shoulder, towards the lounge. "I suppose my requisition forms can wait," he said. He did have a back-up saved on his own private account aboard the White Chalice in case anything happened to it... he only felt he had a better chance of it being accepted if he delivered it in person.